Not Armageddon

Air temperature 51 F, wind south about 5 mph, scattered fog. Closest rain is off at the Quebec and New Hampshire borders, so I may be able to sneak a bike ride in after the world warms up a bit.

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We now know that the iris bed we acquired with the house has yellow blooms. Quite attractive, if you don't think of them as actual iris . . .

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What is it about humans that makes them so ready to employ a broad brush on any problem?