August Day

I gathered daisies and pinecones           from my walk back from the mailbox.     The cows stared at the ground               looking up only as I asked them about ‘earrings’.                                                   Wild strawberries peaked through grass                                                       reminding me of past practical jokes.     It’s August and only 67 degrees.               I’ll take it.

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