I fear for the trees in the park as a big steamroller packs down a base for the pavement to come – trails to “improve” the park. The ground shudders. The house shakes. I fear.
Lately I’ve noticed a lot more bird conversation in the middle of the day. Normally they talk only in the low light of twilight and dawn. Perhaps fledglings have reached scolding age, or maybe they’re old enough for their parents to leave them alone for a while.
We ate some excellent zucchini from our neighbors with dinner, fresh and crisp and firm and… perfect, made even better by being a gift, freely given.