This was the first time a yellow-headed blackbird would let us get so close to take photos and didn't fly away almost immediately. That one bird seemed to be curious about the click of the camera. When it happened twice in a day, it seemed like a bigger change in their comfort with us.
Does sound like a wonderful walk, and I love that you put the poem in the white frame. I'm drawn to those purple flowers and butterfly to the left of the frame. So pretty.
By the last week of June our serviceberries were mature and abundant, after years of almost no yield. And our canna lilies were thriving, while Pat's were still paying the price for that late May snow and freeze. He had grown his so big in his greenhouse he couldn't take them back inside and we...
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