The weather has been clear and pleasant here. Seen at the birdfeeders this week: a flock of mourning doves, a flock of cardinals, several sparrows, a Bewick's wren, a house finch, and a squirrel.
This poem is spillover from the November 3, 2020 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by ng_moonmoth. It also fills the "mental or spiritual distress" square in my 11-1-20 card for the Sense-Ation Bingo fest. This poem belongs to the series One God's Story of Mid-Life Crisis.
I cut dry weeds from the tulip bed by the parking lot and hauled them to the firepit.
EDIT 11/9/20 -- I got back out to cut more weeds. The tulip bed itself is now pretty clear, although I'd like to get the rest of the weeds removed from that area.