Morning,
...the Orchardists will be complaining loudly today...paper says record lows last night...when I opened the door to get this mornings paper I could hear the wind machines thrumming in the distance...strange that this is a common sound...not natural...but common...a kind of white noise...like traffic or sirens...only confined to mornings and random morning musings...cold spring mornings used to greet us with a dirty sooty cloud that would cover everything...the dirtiness overlooked because of the perceived protective powers of the heat from the pots and the smudge clouds that cloaked the trees...spring then, though a time of renewal and beauty was also a time of gray mornings and sleepless nights...
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