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My Favorite Summer Sound

To be greeted with a sweet song in the morning and the same one at day’s end.

The song of the American Robin. Sweet music at both ends of a summer day.

TRUE STORY: I once had one of those clocks which rang a bird song on each hour. 7:00 am was the American Robin. My work day began at 6:00 am and so I became very accustom to the robins after I was up and running. On my weeks vacation in the forest, I heard their lovely morning serenade only to jump out of a quasi-sleep announcing,”I’m late!”

The hardest part of the summer heat is that my windows are closed and my air-conditioner is the only sound.

I relish those days at camp where the sweetest voices make me smile before I open my eyes to a new day.

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He must be important

Proud, strong and full of lust.


She builds, nurtures and carries.


Master of his world

Conquering and seducing .


Her life is dauntless and driven.


Bright colors and a posture perfect

Anticipating a fight…a war.


Within her beats the new life…miracles.


Been said, “Lonely at the top.”

He is waiting.


She remains to busy to notice…

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Bird songs and Baby

Seems as though the cardinals in our area have not looked out their windows. We have a predicted snow storm that will put the accumulated snow in my front yard above my 4′ fence!

I mention the cardinals because I have noticed, for the third year, their “spring song” has begun. Two years ago, it began on January 25th. At least, that was the first day that I noticed it. Last year, I heard it on January 26th and this year on the 26th also. It pleases me to be so “in tune”.

Many birds have more than one song. One for the courting season, and one they are identified with. Seems Katherine has been listening. Her Mom was puzzled over what she thought was a new bird song last week. Katherine told her it was a Chickadee and when she asked me about it, she was right. I didn’t really pay attention to such things until I was an adult. It “tickles” me to know she is listening 🙂