July 14, 2026
This feather was about an inch long and was sittring right in front of my car just before I went into my massage therapist's.  So perfect next to tiny star blossoms.


95, muggy, only wood ducks and red winged black birds on the rookery and nothing in the beaver pond.   Turkeys were in the pasture, but basically everyone was somewhere trying to stay cool.



Working really hard on accepting help and understaning I am doing a good job.  Maybe.



A year ago I was in Belfast, or I left on the 15th.  Hug Loren.  I miss you.



 

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