Found a little finch dead in the rock garden. Sad, You never usually see any dead birds. I've found two since I moved here. The first one was a flicker after a freezing cold night. It was on the ground sort of folded up like it was packaged for sale. This Finch was large as far as Finch's go. Still I feel a lose. I guess you could measure the amount of grief on a scale. Been thinking about protractor's lately, that and spheres. Well, I guess once you work as a meteorological it's all about measuring things. Anyway, put this bird to rest in vegetable garden by the rose bush.
It felt like spring today. Fresh air and the other smells of life, the mushrooms growing. The fallen tree, the smells of the different plants. After a storm as soon as the sun starts falling on it , life goes into action. Back to more measurements, what time will they bloom in relation to all the other plants. How does that fit into the cycle of the years. Just like history repeats it self.
Well bed time, my life is repeating, cycling over and over. Tomorrow should be a good day, in the 50's.
Well bed time, my life is repeating, cycling over and over. Tomorrow should be a good day, in the 50's.
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