Chatter and scraping wake me. Continue reading
“Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip. Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip.” Chippy sat on the edge of the oregano pot singing his “good morning” song. Mr. Sun was just peeking over the horizon and Chippy could feel that this was going to be a wonderful Monday.
“Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip. Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip.” Chippy happily sang again as the early morning spring breeze skipped by and playfully ruffled his fur.
“CHIP! CHIP! Chip, chip, chip, chip! CHIP! CHIP! Chip, chip, chip, chip!” Chippy sang louder looking toward the house. The curtains were still closed. She must not be awake yet. Maybe he wasn’t singing loud enough.
I just wanted to give a shout out to my son, a budding photographer. He a blog that he posts to every Thursday. I encourage you to check it out. If you do you are in for a treat.
As I leave my house today
So many sights I see —
Squirrels tumble as they play
The Mushroom nods at me
An ancient shark fin