October 27, 2024

Squirrels scamper over the garden, finding my newly dug soil the perfect place to bury their hurricane windfalls.  Some bug or other has been emerging, for my garden is full of birds of almost every kind normally seen here, all at once, including white-rumped warblers, which I’ve never seen here before. Maybe it’s just the hurricane windfall. Maybe it’s a special blessing unearned and unanticipated.