Thursday, June 4, 2026, 53.2* F, 78% RH, 0729
Sky, summer hue, diluted. Scraps of clouds, like laundry abandoned on a clothesline for years, thin, fraying. Looking out the laundry room window yesterday a hummingbird visiting blueberry bush blossoms. Less water in the stream. Will it all be gone one morning?
The three come inside seeking biscuits – the tin holding only crumbs. They welcome an animal cracker. They don’t take them to private places, bite into them, guard the pieces that fall as they chew. Must be like eating air.
What we look for is not always what is given.
Photo: LJ Austin
