Sunday, May 31, 2026, 32* F, 83% RH, 0451
Oh, the sky. That high blue of summer sky with clouds trailing veils of white. (I know it isn't summer. There was frost last night.) Spider strings across chain links. Birds: American Crow, Black-and-white Warbler, Magnolia Warbler, American Redstart, Eastern Phoebe, American Goldfinch, American Robin, Red-bellied Woodpecker, Common Yellowthroat, Ovenbird, Red-eyed Vireo. I hold a cold ear between my palms to warm it, to distract Zsolt from bread on the counter. I tell Zsolt how much Bruce would’ve loved him. Ruger looks up remembering the name, the person.
Heard geese yesterday. Did not see them. Water has been disappearing from the pond as if something has breached the dam, trapped the beavers who would make repairs. From certain angles I can see the beaver lodge – not all of it. Haven’t seen any beavers. Was it last year I saw kits swimming?
Pour the coffee. Begin the beginning.
Photo: LJ Austin
