Last month as I prepared to sing in public, as amateurs occasionally do, I decided to dust off an old song I once sang.

I’ve been listening to a song recently, If the World Was Ending.

It’s amazing how much energy is bundled up in the body of a child.

This is weird. My word processing software is now suggesting words to me as I type.

We fell back last night. I bet the earth, sun and stars never even noticed.

The father of a friend passed away yesterday. He was 93.

This certainly feels like winter in Texas. My fancy watch says it’s 48.

My weekend buzz took a hit yesterday.

I’ve just come off a great weekend. Music, friends, laughing children. All the things that bring me joy.

It will be a good day. No matter what. I stepped outside for my winter morning ritual, the soul cleansing dip into cold air. It was there.

In the world of discoveries this is probably a modest one, but I discovered something about myself in the process of rebuilding my shattered life after the death of my wife last year.

The Yellow Bells is putting on a show again this year. It is soaring to outstanding heights and putting out some fabulous yellow blooms.

I think I need to add a nice thermometer to supplement my nice new rain gauge. I want to know, when I walk outside in the morning, what it is I’m feeling, outside of my emotions, which is another subject entirely.

Well. It’s late afternoon. My typical writing time is early morning. But here I am, just back from Houston where I visited my dermatologist.

Not much doing in the old garden at the moment. We’re in that long slide toward winter.

Got back from Houston yesterday and the house was clean. It used to mean one of the kids had a party while we were gone.

Had dinner with a group of local friends last night. Met someone new.

Deer. They certainly have minds of their own. Several weeks ago, I had a little lost deer in the yard. She’s gone now. Found her way out. Her replacement is a fair-sized buck with one antler.

Got a massage and played golf yesterday. Good combo. Ate lunch at the course.

I was out for my pre-dawn walk about, saying goodbye to the night, when a thought came to me. I enjoy walking under the outstretched limbs of my trees.