[stextbox id=”grey” caption=”Every Strangers’ Eyes by Roger Waters”]”…I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
The hope you kindle in your eyes…”[/stextbox]
Summer is beginning to fade. Our short, sharp heat wave seems to be gone. The morning glory has covered the front fence. The sounds and smells in the pasture are different than summer.
I covered the Free Fair and the first football scrimmage of the year.
Abby’s family reunion is just around the corner, as is our tenth anniversary.