The skies seem clearer, still.

Feels like this should be a coded message.

I think it’s time to declare the rose bush done. Hasn’t bloomed in years and there’s nothing green left. We’ll raise a glass to it, perhaps.

Some new families on the street have filled the place with kids, bikes and scooters abound. And, sometimes, they get left behind.

Lost a few branches in the storm.

Sometimes, my yard work gets aggressive.

Colbert, Georgia, makes a big deal of it’s Fourth of July celebration which, this year, was cancelled. The decorations still went up, but the contradiction of a Confederate memorial, complete with its traitorous flag, at the corner of Fourth and Fourth is … sad.