Air temperature 55 F, wind north gusting to 15 mph, clear sky. An assortment of chores awaits when the world has woken enough for me to get to them. Some of them are asinine but important.
Lawn mowed, peonies enslaved, blueberries pruned, guard string placed across the fern garden edge. Had a catbird under our north spruce when I was taking the pruned twigs back to our brushpile, so probably some half-a-bug has been harvested.
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