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Junco keeps visiting the deck as if expecting Beltane festivities.

Hummer visiting the scented geranium. Christine speculates it's wondering about the amazing heating pad.

Finished graphic ... novel? ... The Thrilling Adventures of Lovelace and Babbage by Sydney Padua. More cogs and footnotes than I imagined possible. Truth and fiction dancing together to the progressive chunk-a-chunk of steam powered machinery and the chattering rise and fall of Victorian gossip.

(Hummingbird battle!)

I'm also enjoying Honeybee: Poems & Short Prose by Naomi Shihab Nye again. It was like finding a box of fabulous chocolates unfinished (without the sad dusty bloom old chocolate gets). I can imagine that poetry does go stale, but this poetry has not.

(I think there are three hummers fighting now.)