Good Day Ya'll

Looking out my squareport (one of the three triple windows that face out of my grumbly onto the back yard) into a beautiful but frigid winter day. My dad's rusted 5gallon gasoline can, several empty clay pots with lovely patina, the 70 foot black elm, stripped bare now of its greenery, hosting several huge squirrel nests, on to my hammock (really must bring that in for the winter) then the monkeybars and swingset I built with my bare paws that summer so long ago when my daughter was wee, past the overgrown fence, past my neighbor's siding-encased house, on past to crisp blueblue sky.

Yep, I think I'm going to start using this thing some. I really must rediscover the fun of words, start writing some for fun, and figure some things out.

Cheers,
Picture here later
me