June 29, 2020

Goldfinches flocking rather prematurely to my sunflowers. The welcome mat is out.

Torrential rain will keep me from loading up boxes today. I have until the end of July, but I’d like to be done early and appear to be cheerful and cooperative.  When I was there yesterday I foresaw that the sanitizer bottles will be empty before a week is gone, the dispensers knocked from the walls by over-eager use. No one will follow the silly blue arrows. Lord, have I told you how many indignities are forgiven for your allowing me to walk away when I did?

Finished last night a big Plague poem. Read in the light, it stands.