After rain, water beads on rough leaves — mesquite and clover — but not on smoother leaves, like live oak and holly. The beads look like spheres, not drops.
Early in the morning, the light shines in them.
It’s hard to say why I love working in the woodlot, but there’s this: A rowdy goose came over low. It was not a flight of geese, just one g...
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