I was stretched out on my porch chair reading the latest issue of “The New Yorker”. Spring weather has returned. I looked up and saw the jet contrail emerging from the budding tree. My first thought: This is how pandemics … Read the rest
Returning to Perch
I took Don’s advice and flew around the neighborhood and then came back to perch in my tree. I am there on the upper right clump of branches. See me?
As Epic would say, I’m looking a bit squidgy. (Better … Read the rest
February Coffee
You have to hand it to February in New England.
Sunrise.
I was just driving for a coffee, people. Medium, dark, no sugar.
©Pat Coakley 2009
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