”Some birds are poets and sing all summer.”
Today is a spring day. The sun is brilliant, and the blue sky is deep and layered and without a single cloud. The air is crisp, morning crisp. It will get warmer as the day passes. We could even get into the 50’s. It is only in the mid-40’s now, but, without a wind, it feels warmer. The nights, though, are holding on to winter still and might even get down to the 30’s.
I can smell wood burning, one of my favorite smells. Maybe someone is using a chiminea. In Ghana, I loved the mornings. The air was rich with the aroma of burning wood from the compounds behind my house. Breakfast was being cooked.
Today I have some chores. I need to move a few things down to the cellar, water the plants, sweep the kitchen and clean the dining room, though it’s a maybe on that last one as I don’t want to over-do. My inner sloth would object loudly.
On Wednesday I noticed a nail sticking out of my tire. It was a shiny new nail. Oddly, it was the head of the nail embedded in the tire, not the point. I made an appointment and got a new tire. They told me I need a second new tire. I made another appointment.
The morning is filled with the songs of birds. The goldfinches are so many at my feeders that they have to sit in line on a branch for a spot on one of the two thistle feeders. I filled the feeders a couple of days ago, and I filled them again this morning. Joining the goldfinches are chickadees, nuthatches, house finches and sparrows. Yesterday Mrs. Cardinal dropped in as did a couple of mourning doves. One pig of a blue jay grabbed some seed from my open feeder. I love watching the birds.
When I was a kid, my mother had bits of wisdom to impart to me. She followed the mother’s handbook in not letting us swim after eating for fear we’d have cramps and maybe even drown, and that we courted blindness by sitting close to the TV. I learned certain vegetables had magical powers, like carrots which would give me keen eyesight. If I swallowed gum, the wad would stay in my belly for years. Drinking coffee would stunt my growth. If I shaved my legs, the hair would grow back thick and black. If I cracked my knuckles, they’d get huge. If I didn’t dress warmly, I’d catch a cold as if one flew in the air waiting for a coatless, hatless kid. My sisters and I still quote her, “It is too cold to snow.”
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March 22, 2025 at 5:00 pm
Hi Kat,
Today we have a clear sky with light winds and a high temperature of 79°, shirt sleeve weather. Earlier this week my wife ran over a nail and Discount Tire wouldn’t fix it because the tread was too worn. I knew she needed new tires because the original ones had surprisingly 41,000 miles on them.
You might want to purchase anything this week before the price hikes expected when the idiot living at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue places his idiotic tariffs on everything imported from Mexico, Canada, and who knows where else. I once read that a set of tires requires a barrel of oil to produce. We get a lot of our oil from Canada. Let’s start a trade war with our largest trading partners, that’s a very stupid idea.
There’s so much nonsense coming out of the White House daily, I’m amazed that the Republicans in Congress haven’t spoken up and complained when the stock market took a huge dump in the last couple of weeks. Trump will be known in the history books as the first President to tank a growing, and healthy economy he inherited from his predecessor. This voodoo economic policies will cause a huge recession in just a few month’s time.
Hopefully, millions of people who voted for him will realize buyers remorse when they find out that his idiotic policies eroded the value of their 401 K retirement accounts and he will then steal their social security funds to give huge tax breaks to his billionaire buddies.