The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
This room Safe Without walls
It rained the last two nights. The squirrels knew it was coming,
The world is too much.
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass