Air temperature 41 F, wind near calm, clear sky. Waiting for landscaping crew to show up and make the place beautiful. And keep a yew bush from attacking our power line. It would get our cable and internet first, which might not be a bad thing.
On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly Round about Shalott.