Backyard early morning like a New York City Chinese laundry circa 1927. Close your eyes and listen to the current country version of cotton rope on metal clothesline reels pulled in jerks to bring clothes in or push them out to dry in sunlight.
A dozen bluejays flying in, calling to each other as they meet for breakfast.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I was right there this morning…ironically. What fun to read your words. ~just right!~