dusk sit on the porch.
boy quiet in a sling, quiet and taking it all in, for twenty minutes.
flocks of birds flying high overhead, north to south. too far to recognize, though i brought binoculars out to try.
hail this morning. sky was dark, then darker. a roar swelled quite suddenly outside, and our house was inundated with a wave of small hailstones. we watched them bounce off the forsythia branches.
last night was the first spring peeper night of the year, choruses off in the neighbors' backyards.
yard is a quilt of beige, dark green, vibrant light green, and sky reflected in puddles.
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