I've been sitting out on the Porch for a while. The local Farmers have been cutting and bailing hay. The sweet smell of orchard grass, clover, and Timothy  reminds me of fresh bread. The frogs down at the creek are singing to their possible mates.

Virgo, Lupus, Centaurus, and Libra, as well as Canus Major, are bright in the sky. I would like to visit the Stars.