This afternoon I am working on my porch, sorting apples and pears for tomorrow's farmers market in Bucyrus. It is a pleasant job, set to fragrant music.
A soft breeze swirls around the heavenly scents of apples and pears as it makes random music with the windchimes. Bird song drifts down from treetop choir lofts. Leaves dance in the air on their earthbound journey.
And the view?
Well, just look!
Marcheta *basking in country glory
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