Pyramid Boots, e.schoettler, altered digital photo
Its rainy and damp again this morning. I might complain about that more if I had not just read Granny Sue raving about gardening in the rain. She makes me want to get my hands in moist dirt and plant something.
Although I have often said I was going to learn bird calls I never have. I am regretting that this morning. Right this minute there is a feathered soloist singing his/her heart out outside my window. I can't see the bird but if I knew the song I would know who it is so I could picture the bird.
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