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a wonderful day
Today was wonderful!
It started out with meeting a young woman in a wheelchair, birdwatching by a small pond with cattails.
"I think I saw an American bittern," she said.
Later I brought some catalpa blossoms to a friend, and they gave me an iced, homemade-banana-syrup-and-oat-milk latte to take with me on my errands. It was a hot day and the drink was perfect!
My errands included buying a sickle to cut this long grass.
Not now: now I want to let it alone, as the fireflies and butterflies and bees enjoy it (and also I enjoy it). But later, in the fall, when the time comes to cut it. A lawn mower does a horrible, chewy job, and the shears I have are blunt.** So I want to try a sickle. I saw people cutting grass with sickles in Timor-Leste. Here is my sickle. I've named her Kusakari (grass cutter).
Now, as it happens, I also have a lump hammer, which the healing angel named Petra, and which is great for smashing open hickory nuts or acorns. Here she is, posing with some of last year's hickory nuts.
Well ... if we introduce.... Petra to Kusakari.... OMG!
Then on the way home from my errands, I was driving along a stretch of road that's marked "Turtle Crossing." Usually this is a depressing stretch of road because in spite of the sign, what I mainly see are crushed turtles -_-
But today I saw a live one, craning its neck, preparing to risk its life to get across the road. So I pulled over, went back, picked it up, and carried it across. When I set it down, it trundled on down to the water that was waiting for it.
ONE TURTLE LIFE SAVED. Yaaay!
And now I'm going to eat strawberries and whipped cream. PERFECT DAY.
**Yes, I could sharpen them. In fact I have sharpened them in the past and probably will in the future... but ... sickle!
ETA: The sickle's name should be KusaKARI, not KusaKIRI--corrected that now.
It started out with meeting a young woman in a wheelchair, birdwatching by a small pond with cattails.
"I think I saw an American bittern," she said.
Later I brought some catalpa blossoms to a friend, and they gave me an iced, homemade-banana-syrup-and-oat-milk latte to take with me on my errands. It was a hot day and the drink was perfect!
My errands included buying a sickle to cut this long grass.
Not now: now I want to let it alone, as the fireflies and butterflies and bees enjoy it (and also I enjoy it). But later, in the fall, when the time comes to cut it. A lawn mower does a horrible, chewy job, and the shears I have are blunt.** So I want to try a sickle. I saw people cutting grass with sickles in Timor-Leste. Here is my sickle. I've named her Kusakari (grass cutter).
Now, as it happens, I also have a lump hammer, which the healing angel named Petra, and which is great for smashing open hickory nuts or acorns. Here she is, posing with some of last year's hickory nuts.
Well ... if we introduce.... Petra to Kusakari.... OMG!
Then on the way home from my errands, I was driving along a stretch of road that's marked "Turtle Crossing." Usually this is a depressing stretch of road because in spite of the sign, what I mainly see are crushed turtles -_-
But today I saw a live one, craning its neck, preparing to risk its life to get across the road. So I pulled over, went back, picked it up, and carried it across. When I set it down, it trundled on down to the water that was waiting for it.
ONE TURTLE LIFE SAVED. Yaaay!
And now I'm going to eat strawberries and whipped cream. PERFECT DAY.
**Yes, I could sharpen them. In fact I have sharpened them in the past and probably will in the future... but ... sickle!
ETA: The sickle's name should be KusaKARI, not KusaKIRI--corrected that now.
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And I will send you hickory-nut cookies when I make these hickory nuts into hickory nut pieces.
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