Paul and I had a simple lovely walk yesterday. Salmonberry petals had fallen in a row against the beaver dam in Deer Lake Park. The sun was warm, the breeze cool, and while we heard and saw no frogs the birds were singing beautiful songs, and songs I don’t recollect hearing before. Prob’ly migrants.
I have new wraparound sunglasses and they work really well, although they make me look like a frikkin’ mafiosa.
I am starting to run a fairly severe Alex deficit, I wonder if I’ll be able to see him today.
