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 5:15 am

 The hummingbirds are on their way!  A male sighting was reported yesterday in Blue Ridge, GA about 40  minutes from here.  I placed two feeders out a week ago, one at the kitchen window and one in Cliff's view on the back porch.  This morning I'll hang another where we can view it from the dining room table.

Yesterday after finally arriving home from dropping Cliff's truck off for service at Kia and another doctor consult in Blue Ridge about his port implant this coming Friday morning, I got down to the garden.  Bought a new four-tine ash handle cultivator to work the soil and loosen weeds, mostly chickweeds.  Planted a patch of lettuce before this morning's rain.  Gently patted the soil over the area in hopes that the line of heavy rain that's suppose to arrive later doesn't wash the seeds into the woods.  If it does I'll be foraging our salad makings between trees.  

7:45 am

Did forty minutes of yoga with Hannah live online to keep the joints and muscles moving.  It's pouring now.  Dark. Very heavy sky.  Oatmeal in the microwave is beeping.  Cliff is up and about now.  Good to feel upbeat after a good nights sleep.  It's going to be a long year and we'll trek it together.......


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