October 18, 2022

Planted daffodil bulbs the day before the cold set in. The water in the birdbath was frozen, though none of the plants seem to have been stricken. Maybe only the hardy ones were left. Turkeys warbling at each other– must be “that” time of year. Vestry session with S, who put her finger on the big sore remaining in the parish and immediately set about healing it. Working hard on a revision of Knight of the Flowers. I think at this point a laborious and elaborate back-story may have to come out.