5/27/26 6:30 49F (9.4C) White clouds against a blue sky. No wind yet.

An upright for my drying rack is sprouting new leaves. It may take root if I leave it be.

The blackberries are beginning to flower; the nieghboring field is a thorny jungle, seven feet high and frothed with white blossoms.

Sheila visited me again. Showing off, she jauntily marched two laps around the periphery before she fell in.

It happened so fast I  didn’t snap a photo,  but I am here to tell you,  she does not appear to enjoy a soak as much as I do.

Good morning.

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