Out My Window


Early one winter morning, shooting out the front door almost into the sunrise.  In those woods lives a herd of deer. Our neighbor up the road feeds them in the winter. There are twenty seven of them.

66423_10201510243214804_170090323_nSummer is magical. That’s my husband on the mowing machine. The smell of fresh cut grass comes on the breeze through the front door.

1658426_10203175004632799_1592828064_oIn winter, I read in the sunroom. It’s one big window. Icicles refroze one night, after a spring daytime melt.

976626_10201173504596549_608561402_oSummer seen through sunroom windows.


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