This has been the most beautiful morning of the year so far. I've been busy in our sunroom/screened porch--dusting, tidying, shifting furniture, moving the big plants (passion flower, jasmine, fig tree, loquat tree) into their usual positions. I sat in my grandfather's old wooden rocker and read the morning paper, listening to every bird song imaginable. Watching the chickadees and, I think, the cardinals collect bits of leaf and straw. Nesting materials? Looks that way to me!
Says Ruth, "The air smells lovely!
Says Jewel, "I'm planning to sunbathe on the steps all day!"
After spending 3 full days in Concord this week I desperately need to do some writing. But clearly this is not an indoor day. The garden is calling. I'm responding.
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