June 16th, 2021



Today is sunny and warm.

I fed the birds.  I've seen house finches and grackles.

We walked around the prairie garden discussing which part to mow so that I can sow the little bluestem grass seed toward the west edge.

By the time I got back to the house -- say, 10-15 minutes later -- the finches had drained the thistle sock.  They're pigs.  They're pigs with wings.  :D 

EDIT 6/16/21 -- We walked out to see the mowed patch in the prairie garden.

EDIT 6/16/21 -- I picked a bag of mulberries.

EDIT 6/16/21 -- I picked a bag of pie cherries.

EDIT 6/16/21 -- I picked a bag of mulberries.  Then I extracted the goddess statue from under the walnut branches.


Poem: "Sharp Sauce"

This poem came out of the May 4, 2021 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] fuzzyred, [personal profile] technoshaman, [personal profile] chanter1944, and my partner Doug. It also fills the "mentors" square in my 5-1-21 card for the Leaky Pipeline Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] zianuray. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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