The Next to the Last Day
We've decided to stay until Tuesday. There was just too much packing and cleaning and such.
The day is sunny, and there's a storm of songbirds outside, overseen by a noisy flock of crows. Currently, it's 32˚F, with no windchill. The sun feels warm, as long as you're inside.
Today, I'll get Sirenia Digest #110 out.
I have three photos from yesterday (and not much else to say at the moment):
A brave and stingy sign of spring, just outside the cabin.
I have this compulsion about saving bottle caps.
We spent much of yesterday working on this jigsaw puzzle - Diego Rivera's Detroit Industry (1933) - because we have to finish it before we leave Woodstock.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
The day is sunny, and there's a storm of songbirds outside, overseen by a noisy flock of crows. Currently, it's 32˚F, with no windchill. The sun feels warm, as long as you're inside.
Today, I'll get Sirenia Digest #110 out.
I have three photos from yesterday (and not much else to say at the moment):
A brave and stingy sign of spring, just outside the cabin.
I have this compulsion about saving bottle caps.
We spent much of yesterday working on this jigsaw puzzle - Diego Rivera's Detroit Industry (1933) - because we have to finish it before we leave Woodstock.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast