flutter
The Honeysuckle out back has gone to berries. Which means every time I walk out on the back deck there is an epiphanous explosion of small birds from the thickness of the bush gone to quasi-tree. It is quiet and enjoyable.
Not to mention the sort of mundane miracle that makes the day go better when things are not. So many of the practical things in life are sliding downhill right now, but there are still the clouds of birds enjoying a bush that I had put out there more as a joke than for anything else. I've done something well it seems..sort of a avian poem as it were.
Not to mention the sort of mundane miracle that makes the day go better when things are not. So many of the practical things in life are sliding downhill right now, but there are still the clouds of birds enjoying a bush that I had put out there more as a joke than for anything else. I've done something well it seems..sort of a avian poem as it were.