I’m sitting on my bed, reading. Not something I’ve had a lot of opportunity to do lately.
As I sit here I have the back door open so the dogs can come and go at will.
It’s a damp, rainy day in the 60′s, not something I would expect for the first day of June after spending the last 18 years in Vegas!
There is a slightly sweet smell in the air. I can’t place it. It kind of reminds me of alfalfa, but softer. Maybe it’s just how Mott smells after a Spring rain? It’s a lovely aroma, something I wish I could capture and use to freshen a house later.
The streets are remarkably quiet. About all I can hear is a far off owl hooting on the breeze. I wonder if it’s the same owl I heard last night as I drifted off to sleep? A plaintive, solitary call.
It’s a beautiful, rainy Monday in Mott, North Dakota and I can’t think of anywhere I would rather be.
Filed under: North Dakota, Observations
