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My doodle from last night had a form Christine could recognize, but the app crashed.
I've been indulging in wheat and need to stop. I discovered that the Thursday night stop at Krispy Kreme after a couple hours of the Care and Concerns committee concluded at 9 pm was probably due to being at the nadir of my monthly cycle, but i followed that with pancakes (Christine makes delicious pancakes!) for lunch and pizza for dinner.
I see the wagon trundling off down the trail, and i'm going to have to run to get back on it. I feel a dullness in my mind like allergies bring (but no sinus issues): i will blame that on the wheat sugars/starches. (I eat lots and lots of gluten: that component of wheat is not my issue.)
Fortunately the three days ahead will be easy for me to "be good" as long as i don't get too obsessed on Monday with the photographic analysis.
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I haven't seen goldfinches for over a month, it seems. The house finches seem to treat the finch feeder as a place to land when the bird feeder station is crowded. It's possible chickadees may hace eaten some of the seed, but it's not going at much of a rate. The other feeder is emptying in about ten days. I ponder putting in more expensive (nut and fruit) feed in to encourage the return of the Stellar's jay, a beautiful blue and black corvid. The problem is that i've watched chickadees fling boring seeds out of the feeder, presumably to get at the good seeds.
The garden is so very lush this year, and we've grown practiced in sitting out here. It's fresh and cool, and Christine has made us oatmeal for brunch. The pots of scented geraniums are in bloom, a rogue nasturtium with near red flowers is draped over a low hanging geranium branch. The pot geraniums have their pompoms on, the blooming gerbera daisy has been visited by a humming bird. I spend a little time every day checking the twining of the runner beans, encouraging them up my random lattice of string and bamboo stakes. The potatoes are sending their vines up and out with a profusion, and i hope for a delightfully productive meal.
We're watching a crow up in the redwood: his beak flashed and gleamed in the morning light.
I've been indulging in wheat and need to stop. I discovered that the Thursday night stop at Krispy Kreme after a couple hours of the Care and Concerns committee concluded at 9 pm was probably due to being at the nadir of my monthly cycle, but i followed that with pancakes (Christine makes delicious pancakes!) for lunch and pizza for dinner.
I see the wagon trundling off down the trail, and i'm going to have to run to get back on it. I feel a dullness in my mind like allergies bring (but no sinus issues): i will blame that on the wheat sugars/starches. (I eat lots and lots of gluten: that component of wheat is not my issue.)
Fortunately the three days ahead will be easy for me to "be good" as long as i don't get too obsessed on Monday with the photographic analysis.
--==∞ ==--
I haven't seen goldfinches for over a month, it seems. The house finches seem to treat the finch feeder as a place to land when the bird feeder station is crowded. It's possible chickadees may hace eaten some of the seed, but it's not going at much of a rate. The other feeder is emptying in about ten days. I ponder putting in more expensive (nut and fruit) feed in to encourage the return of the Stellar's jay, a beautiful blue and black corvid. The problem is that i've watched chickadees fling boring seeds out of the feeder, presumably to get at the good seeds.
The garden is so very lush this year, and we've grown practiced in sitting out here. It's fresh and cool, and Christine has made us oatmeal for brunch. The pots of scented geraniums are in bloom, a rogue nasturtium with near red flowers is draped over a low hanging geranium branch. The pot geraniums have their pompoms on, the blooming gerbera daisy has been visited by a humming bird. I spend a little time every day checking the twining of the runner beans, encouraging them up my random lattice of string and bamboo stakes. The potatoes are sending their vines up and out with a profusion, and i hope for a delightfully productive meal.
We're watching a crow up in the redwood: his beak flashed and gleamed in the morning light.
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