The Morning Porch

August 25, 2016 by Dave Bonta

The cicada chorus ebbs and swells. I notice the big tulip tree has shed all its drought-yellowed leaves from a month ago and is green again.

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GordonPainter

August 26, 2016 at 10:23 am

Thanx for mental visions that I get reading The Morning Porch Dave!

I really enjoy & appreciate your visions from The Porch

Gordy

Have a good day
Dave Bonta

August 27, 2016 at 9:07 am

Thanks for the kind words. I’m glad you enjoy the Morning Porch!

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