I wake up to the honking of a goose -- the one who considers the lawn outside my apartment his personal deli where he can find tasty bugs for breakfast and snacks any time during the day. Sometimes He allows a pal -- or a girl friend [all geese seem to be unisex although I know that's not true] -- to join him for a half hour of grazing over the grass. A cardinal came to case the joint the other day. I've been watching for the chipmunk but haven't seen him for a couple of days.
The sky here often has a water-y grayness, like murky water, all one color, as it is now, neither blue nor gray with late afternoon sun on the facades across the street. A tree directly in my line of vision has a perfect arch of it's top, architectural as if it were a cut out model to become part of some architect's project design. We accept such regularity in a drawing but in reality it is surprising. I know few humans who seem such perfect specimens. How nice to know that such calm spring days are the prelude to truly warm and wonderful summer days. Oh, certainly, some not so nice wet and darkk gray days are ahead yet in May; but that's fine. They'll water my geraniums and the many plantings all over the area. Being in touch with weather in the way I am now is a very nice change for me. I'm enjoying it.
Thank You. President's Day. The Parody Project. - Yesterday, the annual TGB donation drive ended. I'll bet you're glad to get rid of those notices at the top of last week's posts. As in the past, I am dism...
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