Saturday, April 18, 2020
Bird Day
This morning a male cardinal came to the feeder. It stayed long enough for me to take its picture. I'm always amazed that a bird can fly into that narrow space without clonking its head or clipping its wings.
In the afternoon I was surprised to see a chickadee taking a bath. Chickadees zoom in and out all day, grabbing a seed and taking off, but this is the first time I saw one in the birdbath--and it stayed long enough to get its picture taken. It was like watching a tiny ping pong ball take a bath.
I went up to the neighborhood farmer's market at noon because I was down to only one apple and instead of getting button mushrooms I went to the stall of the fancy mushroom man for a bag of shiitake mushrooms. I'd never had them before so I sliced them and sauteed them to have with my supper. They were superb.
Supper was pretty superb too. I thawed out a couple tuna steaks, marinated them in sesame and lime, and (slightly over-)cooked them on the grill. Mushrooms, broccoli, and grilled tuna--mmm. You totally wish you'd been here.
18 April--Deathly.
Lilies grow white and deathly pale
their fragrance sweet and strong
at dusk it rises
to salute the coming of the night
~~~~~
Short and sweet. Sometimes that's all that needs to be said. I didn't get to writing this afternoon. I had a little patio visit with certain people that I don't get to hug right now but still get to see now and again. And tonight I got a remote visit from the smallest of the people. It seems he was missing Meemaw. Aww. I miss you too, tiny tornado.
And it's raining. Who ordered that?
--Barbara
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You're right. I totally wish I'd been there for your yummy looking dinner. Especially those mushrooms. Love the birds of course. That chickadee looks like a little dust ball out there. So tiny. Glad you got the see the kiddos -- one way or another.
Today's poem:
Don't want to be boring when I'm "indoor-ing."
But not much to say about my uneventful day.
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