Where am I ?

The sun rises splendid and golden over the marsh pond, the tree tops blaze with what promises to be a sweltering June noon. We four old friends will be long done with our endeavor by then. Wrens, robins, four deer and a distant red tail hawk carefully observe our assembly. The sounds are those of nature until broken by the buzz of a distant mower. The delicious smell of fresh cut grass atones for the insult.