Monday, June 2, 2025, 37* 0525
A Veery and a Red-eyed Vireo spoke briefly this morning. Absent was the usual song, the chatter. The three barked before I could get to the door. In Pennsylvania, even the birds were quiet when a black bear sauntered through the field. Wonder what’s going on here.
An extra quilt required last night and another close to dawn. Coffee hot. Soleil makes shadows on the blinds but doesn’t come inside. Some day this week, it will be 80* making the wildflower sprouts very happy.
You may know (or have forgotten) what happens when boxes are unpacked: things spread out like toys going other places, going to rooms that have already fulfilled my vision.
Disorder is only a detour on the way to thriving.
Photo: LJ Austin
