Thursday, April 9, 2026, 22.3* F, 78% RH, 0641
When I go the second time, into the light to capture the sun, a Tufted Titmouse and an Eastern Phoebe speak. To me? Probably not, I can’t see them. To the sun? Perhaps. Heavy frost. Ice edges glass pond. Rooster quiet, perhaps listening, or somewhere keeping warm.
After work yesterday, Chris chipped more deadwood removing fallen tangled branches before itchy things come to make working outside miserable. Placed a bench by the pond for meditation. I opened the lid to a storage bench found water. Turning it over releasing water easier than trying to dry it with towels.
Coffee in a red cup, savoring morning.
Photo: LJ Austin
