What a grand morning it is. I awoke to the pre dawn, alive with the happy chatter of birds telling stories in the cottonwood trees south of the house. The mourning doves are in full throat. Mr. Meadow Lark is on the job atop the power pole.
And a grand morning it is on this next to the last day of February 2010. Things are picking up around here. Mr. Loud-mouth golden throat Meadow Lark is atop the power pole heralding to the neighborhood he is back and has taken up residence. This morning, as the sun announced with a brilliant gong [...]
Just as day beat a gong in the east I heard a meadow Lark. Sure as shootin’ Mr. Golden Throat is back. I went to empty the trash. He called down to me and asked if Michelle Obama would be traveling thru our home town this summer. I told him I had not a clue.
Until today I’ve not paid much attention to the state of the economy. It must not be too good. Following is a letter I received from Mr. Meadow Lark. Dir Sir, My family and I are spending the winter in a mild climate. The weather is grand. I’ve been going about in shades and shorts [...]
Yesterday, Mr. Meadow Lark dropped by. He didn’t want to talk with me (he talked with the lady who does my laundry). They hammered out a deal. He will be coming back in the spring and wants the power pole apartment. He left a large deposit to secure the apartment. As usual, the lady who does [...]