living in the busy-ness of my days, forgetting to write.
lovely day, sun and breezes and birds singing.
evening on porch with husband, boy, and dog. watched the trees move, admired the land and garden, passed the boy back and forth as we dined and drank rose wine. two cedar waxwings visited the apple boughs attached to our porch, giving us both a glorious close-up view of their "elegance," as my husband described them (after exclaiming "what the hell are those?!" upon first spotting them).
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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