Homestead

I like to sit in the living room to write. I keep the front door open so I can look out at Frank's roses. Even when the heat of July is oppressive, there's a little breeze from the ceiling fan and it's just nice.

This morning, I got up early enough to eat breakfast on the back porch with the newspaper. My garden attracts robins and cardinals and bluejays, so I watch them fight over the worms helping my plants grow. I hope they poop out there. Just above our property line, wild rose of Sharon is blooming in the woods. It's like I live in a forest in a cabin, only I'm in the city.

During the day when everyone else leaves the house for work, it's so quiet that all I hear are birds and squirrels. I like it here.