Long Winter
Well, the snow is slowly melting--again--and the pine siskins are on the feeder and I am no longer gazing into the garden thinking grimly that I will move to New Mexico tomorrow because this weather is just bullshit. I have not been able to do any major work in the garden at all this winter, and I am growing correspondingly doughy and grumpy.
A downy woodpecker figured out the suet feeder at last and has been visiting hourly, so there's that. Thrush-Bob now sits on a perch suction-cupped to Kevin's office window and stares at him while he works. It's a trifle unsettling.
I have seeds under a grow-light, but they are not yet showing germination-y signs.
Kevin started a sourdough starter, which we have named Bob.
That's about all I got going on. How are you doing, Internet?
A downy woodpecker figured out the suet feeder at last and has been visiting hourly, so there's that. Thrush-Bob now sits on a perch suction-cupped to Kevin's office window and stares at him while he works. It's a trifle unsettling.
I have seeds under a grow-light, but they are not yet showing germination-y signs.
Kevin started a sourdough starter, which we have named Bob.
That's about all I got going on. How are you doing, Internet?