April 29, 2026

My bestest on my other bestest's birthday.

Happy  Birthday, Annie.  You are so important to me, if April 29, 1957 had not brought you into this world my life would not have been so full.  It's the truth.

I now have 12 friends who have birthdays today.  I can't believe what a successful day it is to be born on. They are an incredible group  of people and I still think it would be so cool to have a dinner party with all of them plus their one. I'd ask EJ to cook the appetizers.

This is the outcome of the major pruning done last fall to the quince bush.   It was so beautiful this morning.   By the time I  took this the sun  was not shining on it,, but you can still see the color, I love this color.

The rookery was 67 when I first got there, but the sun was covered up and a breeze came through so by the time I got home again, it was too cool to sit in the yard without my jacket.

The bird count was pretty good today.  I was on the phone with a friend through most of my visit, but I did catch a few of them, mainly geese.  No soaring birds, but the swallows are arriving.  Feeding time was developing.  And there is a green lawn all along the circumference of the pond now.  The water has backed away and very green grass is showing all around.

I'm going to research turkeys tonight.  How many broods do they have in a season?  How many eggs do they lay at once?  How long do they  sit on the eggs?  How many toms are there to hens?  How much distance does a Tom cover in a day?  Does he help with the young at all?

I think there is a built up beaver dam in the Fiske Rd pond.  It looked much more complicated to me today.

Is there a Degas or Renoir of a tea cup and saucer on a table near a model that illustrates something fragile in a tranquil scene that one is not afraid of?  It does not imbalance the composition to have fragility in tranquility. Are there photographs in my collection that do the same thing, that demonstrate the sense of fragility in tranquility?  Am I making it up?  I am searching for the sense of fragility, not as strong, but as durable.  I am also associating it with being female. 

I do not acknowledge myself as feminine and especially not fragile, but I may have been wrong all along.  I may have assumed fragile meant weak, and that that is not necessarily so.  It is possible that the most durable parts of me are the most feminine.  And that when I sit in tranquil environments, that porcelain tea cup component is most apparent.  

Yup, he is my bestest, without a doubt.