Mountain Home

Not much to say today.

The Book of the Future rests in the hands of others. I can let them take care of correcting intolerant behaviour if they wish (or, if you will, what they're predicted to do about the intolerant behaviour they observe).

Saw mountain phlox while walking down a country lane today.

In the valley, a stand of fragrant privet.

Crossing the road, a coyote.

Observing and being observed.

Life.

Heat.

A hint of summer.

Grits, sausage and sour cream in pastry for breakfast.

Peanut butter, Nutella and boiled carrots/potatoes for lunch.

Little to say is enough to say. Best said. G'day!