Thursday, July 4, 2019

Yesterday dogs barking, explosions.  Took awhile before I remembered the cannon shots at the presidio honoring July 4th.  71 cannon explosions.

A riot of White roses at the entrance to the Crossroads this morning. Roses blooming along all the sidewalks.  Rose heaven.

Piles of trash pile up in the house.  Overflowing bags, boxes.  Stuff everywhere.

No newspaper this morning so I read the latest issue of Poets and Writers magazine.  So many enticing books to find and read.