April 23rd
If you can put aside the 1970's fuzzy romanticism that this photo conjures (I was hiding behind the screen door), permit me to indulge in this: I came home this evening and was aimlessly tidying the house when I heard something shaking up leaves on the front porch. When I spied this tufted titmouse hopping around out there, I grabbed the camera and just watched him for several minutes. Even though the bird was doing plenty, I was decidedly doing nothing but being still and watching, and that was the perfect antidote to a day full of doing plenty. Still haven't potted the herbs:
And someone/something has been after my radicchio:
To heck with Beatrix Potter; I feel more like Mr. MacGregor after spotting this!
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