Listics

Today was an outdoor day, spiced with radishes, the first crop.  I pruned the honey locusts down by the barn, limbed them up to prevent accidents.  Their thorns are deadly.  A kid or a dog could put an eye out.   It’s said the thorns have been used as nails.  I believe it.

The trilliums are abundant this year. I think it’s the wet spring that encouraged them. 

Late in the afternoon I saved a fledgling robin from the predations of Molly Bloom.  This required summoning up a mega-decibel command voice from the dark side.   Think of the voice of doom.  Now multiply that by eight or ten.  Give it some  basso profundo depth and richness.  How loud do you have to be to distract an adolescent pup from a baby bird?  I was that loud and a little more.  Shocked the neighbor lady.  "Do what you have to do ," she said.  Later we laughed that the cat sitting quietly in the shrubbery had undoubtedly marked the location of the baby bird and was finishing it off while our attention was on the bumbling canine.

Now it’s time for dinner, a gratinée made with our first harvest of spinach, eggs, cream, swiss cheese.  I think we’ll eat it on the deck and watch the reflection of the setting sun off the tops of white cedars to the east.

Life’s okay.