Sunday, August 10, 2025, 53.4%, 76% RH, 0607
The Red-eyed Vireo leads the morning discussion with a Gray Catbird, Winter Wren and a Swainson’s Thrush seldom heard. They use
morning voices: some voices heard only on the recording. No dew. Almost rested my arm on a long-legged spider.
We know there’s no magic spell that can return things to their place; or find them new ones. It would be nice to have fairy wings to help move things. Zsolt walks about with quizzical face tail wagging inspecting a blueberry bush beside the television; boxes that block one path to the kitchen. These new smells, not quite as good as a walk, nevertheless stimulating.
I like the idea of returning to sleep as the three do this time of morning. Coffee may yet dispel some aches; bring clarity to a plan resolving from confusion.
It’s good to know where home is especially when it’s a new one.
Art: LJ Austin “Home”
