Before the stress of the day sets in, I've taken up surveying the half-acre around Beardsley's barn. It's extremely peaceful and allows me time to reflect as well as helps me notice the slight progressions of the season. This morning, collards glazed in dew, aging bird house gourds, and a luffa blossom, still furled from the night before, were particularly eye-catching.
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