Long Hours Await
A wonderful wide sun filled sky covers us here in the east on this summer morning, first day to such a great month of harvest, the damp smell of past rains still linger and early shadows shade the ponds, duck weed ripples across the waters surface as still the fish spawn. The clear waters trickle over grey rock while shallow pools are home to bathing blackbird and drinking dove while above them finches ride the rocking feeders.
Again the common sight of swimming grass snake finds my eyes as across the water he moves, head held high as long body does lasso the waters, the sun lights that wet skin to show every scale.
Another long day awaits this old bead hermit and beads of summer he will once more produce, tho the odd treat he craves will I'm sure help cheer his heart, rock and silver will find a way to share his day and smiles will rest upon his face.
Cooler days are now helping the hours pass, a more comfortable barn in which to work and far more beads he makes, all makes this bead maker a happy one.
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