Algae is blooming on the pond across the street from The Little House. It was late coming this year becasue May was cold. In spots it is thick enough to support the weight of a blackbird that lands on it. The egret hasn't returned nor have the pelicans for some days. While I miss the egret the frogs live in greater safety with the bird's absence.
Kaia and I have been doing our run/walk early in the day. She gets hot very fast when she's running. Now, at 4:00 p.m., it's 95 degrees which isn't great for dog exercise. There's a heat advisory on for the county. The weather app says 80% chance of rain tomorrow. So here's hoping that it not only rains but rains enough to amount to something. My umbrellas is ready. 😄 The .2" of rain at the house last night did not reach to the field where the gauge was dry.
Takk for alt,
Al
Tom Hennen
From a Country Overlooked
There are no creatures you cannot love.
A frog calling at God
From the moon-filled ditch
As you stand on the country road in the June night.
The sound is enough to make the stars weep
With happiness.
In the morning the landscape green
Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass.
The day is carried across its hours
Without any effort by the shining insects
That are living their secret lives.
The space between the prairie horizons
Makes us ache with its beauty.
Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue
To the farthest cold dark in the universe.
The cottonwood also talks to you
Of breeze and speckled sunlight.
You are at home in these
great empty places
along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.
You are comfortable in this spot
so full of grace and being
that it sparkles like jewels
spilled on water.
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