Gray, still morning...warm and windy.
Out at sunrise to feed the chickens.
The hummingbird sits in dead branches I will cut down soon, chirping. It moves one tree over. Crows fly south quietly. A couple finches fly in and work their way through the dog rose. I suspect they have nested there in past years. A seagull circles round.
A sliver of the moon is visible to the southwest.
The rhubarb is pushing up from the earth. The sorrel is leafing out. I will be able to pluck a few sour leaves soon.
Some of the thyme did not survive this winter.
Yesterday there was
Kaufmania tulips along with crocus and the smallest of the daffodils.
The plum tree down the street blooming. Billowy white blossoms.
And
Dehydrated veggies are in season.
They are perfect in risotto.
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Today I am working with old photos again.
One of my grandmothers being held by her mother.
A great grandmother I know only through stories.
I imagine her standing in her garden,
it is spring probably on the edge of summer.