When I walked out of my house yesterday morning I swear I heard someone whistling at me. You know the whistle, the whooo-wheet- whoow, the whistle of a compliment or a catcall. I looked around. There was no one in my yard to have executed such a whistle. Five seconds later a mocking bird broke into a repetitive song sounding very much like the whistle I had just heard.
The mockingbird was hitting on me!
The month of June this year is going to be quite full of itself. There are five weekends in June, which means that you could technically attend five different weddings this month. I was only invited to four weddings during June, and I’ve already missed the first one, and I will also miss the last one. But it is possible.
In addition to being full of weddings, June has two full moons. This past Friday night was a full moon, and June 30th is a full moon. I have crazy dreams during full moons. I don’t recall the moon on Friday night, but on Thursday night when we were at the baseball game the moon was orange and almost full. I’m always surprised by how much light a full moon provides, and in turn, how pitch black a night can be without a moon. You would think at 26 years of age I would have come to terms with this natural phenomenon.
I heard this weekend that the smoke from the forest fires in South Georgia had blown as far north as Macon and turned the moon all crazy colors of red. Which is really scary. I believe the fires are under control now, but I’m a little worried about all the displaced wildlife. With the drought and all the lost habitat in the swamp, I think that Loch Laurel could become a popular vacation destination this summer for alligators.
My yard smells wonderful. The gardenias and magnolia are blooming. Gardenias are so pretty and smell amazing outside. But if you pick more than one of them and bring them inside, the fragrance is overpowering and sickening after a while. One blossom can make your entire house smell amazing. I prefer the smell of gardenias when there is a hot breeze blowing around. It reminds me of happy summer night times of drinking beer and laughing.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
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