rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


It came very close to being downright balmy today. There are little red explosions of camellias all over the bush now, and the first small, purple flowers have appeared on the sourgrass. The birds who were flying north a few days ago, and flew back south last night, are now flying north again. I'm guessing that they didn't return just to make sure that they turned off the teakettle and locked the door. Birds are seldom that forgetful. They are nothing like Lot's wife.

The lone cricket remains lone. I'm expecting him to be joined by the next generation of his fellows any evening now. Even alone, he makes the dusk more inviting, and I'm tempted to sit outdoors listening to his music and ignoring my mundane tasks. At times such as this, I wish my house were smaller and the garden larger.

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