Blue Sky this Morning - Lets Hope it is an Omen of Things to Come.

It is 43 degrees at 9:11 a.m. and the sky is blue. Perhaps it will stay as such the live long day.


Having just moved up here to northern Georgia, I am loving this cool weather.

You see I use to reside in south Florida where there were two seasons -- Early Summer and Late Summer.


The only annoying thing about my location is I share space with what sounds like a murder of crows. Caw! Caw! Caw! I have not seen a cornfield, but suspect there must be one in the vicinity.


All is silent at the moment . . . listen. The gentle murmur of trees swaying in the breeze. An acorn dropping to the ground with a thud.
In the distance, the sweet sounds of a songbird -- no sirens, no bass speakers, and no low flying jets.


What this day has in store for me -- I do not know -- just hope it is all sweetness and gentle Autumn breezes.


Thought for the day:
“Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.” -- William Cullen Bryant