A mockingbird is holding forth in the front yard at night serenading the sewing machine in the wee hours, ancient roses are erupting in the backyard, bird-watchers are out in the East Bay hills, sun tea & lemonade are becoming necessities . . .
And after a long season of being home and keeping all matters close to the hearth & groaning board, we fauns are beginning to prepare for the warm travelling season ahead, looking up at the horizon: singing, sewing, cleaning, packing, hitting shiny things.. and making sure our engines are all properly fired.
Yours in Song~
Dawn the Faun