Three robin eggs, two blue jay feathers, one silver scarab, untold garter snakes.
Was hoping for at least Woolf, Dickinson, Sappho, maybe? But no. Author = white dude.
Today we discovered that our lovely Mennonite mechanics also grow exquisite strawberries.
Generally Sunday is set aside for Church of Coltrane in our house, but this won’t wait. The first track from the soon-to-be-released “Both Directions At Once: The Lost Album“
Discovered a golden tortoise beetle in the moon flowers.