The approach.
The landing.
The dance.
The departure.
And then the sun goes down. But then it comes up again. Very fun.
Whee.
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For my friend Theresa, who’s wondering today what to say when she’s said it all before.
Categories: Agriculture, flower gardening, invasive species, Light, Spirit, Sun, weed-gardening, weeds
So lovely. The morning glories (again). Who needs words? Seriously, I love to read your posts, Harold, and feel we’re on the same page, writing the world, footnoting our place in it.
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Indeed! Whee it is! You’re right, though: what are these word things, anyway? We should ask Robin, but he answers with bees now! Cunning that. Sly.
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