I can hear my dad's voice, plain as day, "hurrah, the sun is coming around the barn!" That means that spring will be here soon he would explain. In the winter, there is no sunset. For the millionth time I am so happy and blessed to be here.
As I was sitting at the table I spotted part of the turkey gang out side eating the corn I put out for them.
I did this several days ago and have been watching for them. They are a mysterious bunch, in the way they live their lives. I was worried they just took off to parts unknown and I would never see them again. I am relieved, my gang is still hangin.