@fb2b7c61 Just beautiful. I never thought I'd say this, but I'd love to spend the morning lying on my back in the grass looking up at the poison ivy glowing in the sun.
@fb2b7c61 Lovely! I also have a dream-library, though by some trick of nostalgia, mine is often a bookmobile, which is a thing I loved as a young girl in Fargo.
Your gift to your son reminds me of a poem about a nightlight I used to live in when my daughter was young, from the book Household Tales of Moon and Water by Nancy Willard, which ends, "It is time to turn on the moon./It is time to live by a different light." (Someone has the full poem posted here: https://tinyurl.com/bdzfmtu6 )
@2cbbc686 She's got her baton and is ready to lead the parade. 🥹
This reminds me of a time when our Aussie tried to make off with the giant cardboard tube left over from a tube of wrapping paper, but when she tried to take it outside, the ends of it kept blocking her progress out the door (like a bird trying to get a large twig through a small nesting box hole). She must have tried a dozen different angles. Finally succeeded, though! Because big sticks are what determination exists for.
@d6c53e4a Ugh, I am so sorry. 💚 I don't know how you feel about turn-based games, but Sea of Stars is both laid back and challenging (and you can toggle in-game relics to tailor your gameplay). I find it soothingly manageable when my brain isn't up to heavy reflex action, the story is engaging, and it's a great callback to classics like Golden Sun (and a little Paper Mario).
This is a close up of one of the beautiful turkey vultures I spotted in a group of them (sometimes called a "committee") gathered on a well-known snag on a little mountain in a local park.
I don't always get a chance to see their tails and flight feathers, as the great mantle of their wings often overwhelms all. They're generally described as "grey," but they appear wonderfully silver in the sunlight.
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When I was a little girl, we would find some species or other of chestnut like this in the little woods on our school grounds at recess and make them our "pets." I remember elaborate stories we invented about the transformations that would occur when their spiky layers started to dry and peel open.
These are so particularly bright & urchin-y!
In other skittish-birds-being- oddly-accomodating news, here's the black-crowned night heron I caught playing peek-a-boo with me from the bushes this morning.
(There was also, every fifteen minutes or so, a series of juvenile night herons that soared over the river--as though someone were standing at the far end of the trail shooting them out of a cannon.)
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