April 30, 2016
3:30 pm
55 degrees
Fenno
It is a cool, wet, grey day. The breeze is chilly & the dark clouds promise more rain.
I smell the last of the lilacs while looking at the beginning of the poppies. I hear a hawk cry, the chickens squawk, a hammer somewhere distant and the leaves rustling.
Tomorrow is May Day. The first one.
