I pick up sticks. I will be picking up sticks for the rest of my walking life.
The main floor is defurballed and debugged. On to the luxury basement accommodations. Some other day perhaps.
I was going to go wander. The rain said no.
I-40 is now closed in both directions for crossing the Tennessee border. Another rock slide.
Traffic on the scenic byway is always the first to tell me. Mega cars and a number of insane semis have been passing by.
Today the sun came out.
I wandered off. There were sticks every where I walked. I picked up sticks.
The deer has not been back since I yelled at her. I may get the full Ring of Crocus yet.
It always depends.
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I just found my first crocus today. It was so small. The wind prevented it from opening too wide. I bet Bulberella can't wait to get back on the mountain.
Sister #2 delayed their return by two weeks. The result is Bulbarella calling to demand I go take more pictures of HER garden.
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