Home to Summer
April 27th, 2008 by Rick Wright
Transatlantic travel is always disorienting (the pun, of course, intended), and I was bemused and befuddled to wake up this morning to Tucson’s typical summer symphony–or rather a concerto, I suppose, with the insistent solo part played by a Brown-crested Flycatcher against an orchestra of White-winged Doves.
More anon about our 12 days in southern France!
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