Carols – German joy and blessings.
I was alive in ’65.
Harp Ensemble of New York.
Peacock. water. Bullfrog.
Host. Pure Land and peaceful
5:03 p.m. Not so dark, for a few days before the wintermark.
Safety Bulletin Board. The Bethel Barber Shop, not quite a corner quartet as is set back from the main intersection, now dominated by garage yard tree – lit up with nicety.
Star Freight and Fleet.
Yesterday started in Zurich, Swiss capital and concluded with cabbage. Heron under red bridge yesterday – sipping water – as it threaded through.
This morning, well, 5th R and a badger in Black Forest, Bing cherry. Story of bobcat stuck to grille meWowOw. Nussbaum…setting new ideas in motion. 10:00 a.m. Giving Tuesday. 8 !8
818. Debussy and $3.18 for breakfast. GRY-3451. Toast with Honey. Bentley company truck. R.E.S. among other things scene. “My scripture,” Luke said.
V S S in red and white. Three enormous metal pipes ridin’ the highway, (one) on top of the (others) (two). Moving right along. Walk. Walk. Talk. Talk. Triangulated tag. Blue heron flies across creek at 12:10. Afternoon keeping house. After housekeeping, mail gathering. Phone call ING. A shower of birthday cards from family. JOY. Tears, Antioch. Reaching out!
Off to printer’s. Checker 12. School Students 46. A over T 00017. A 77 and 513 Santander to first street. not oo late! Not by a latte long short shot.
Kitty City. Bing! Sur le pont d’Avignon. Dosie Dough for coffee and toast, courtesy of Mary and Adam. Extratra trivia question, if not metric, what? Je ne sais quois! Walk at Gring’s Mill + clear and stunning day. Petit frois. Today’s date owns curious magic square. Very very interesstinggg. Walked mmore south than north at fafafafirst. Une heron flew due west above course of creek at 10:10. Sunlight rested on rocks and climbed tree trunks, splashed leavvez with full and fading color. Squirrelz, of course, were out, and grewups of cyclists, families of trois generations and deux boys planting forked (Y ) stick at end of time.
by Allison DuBois
Walk to 9. Raviol1. Half a vanilla pecan. Treaty of Paris. Winter Banana and the color of money, honey. Three heron sightings. A few feathers of different species. Treats for cats. Pathlings of late summer including changes in leaves, whips from complex locust leaves and smashed gnawed hickory nuts. Hot and humid. EM J. the letter J on brick, apt. and Pollock on the Hudson.
Internal pick of the litter yesterday morning : part of New York Times puzzle page with crossword diagram and pair of number puzzles under heading KenKen. The page was on carpeted steps linking first and second floors.
No sooner do I glance at this heading, thought of reversal enters in and KenKen becomes NekNek > neck neck. You could scramble letters for less intelligible results like keynote speaker.
A dear, deer friend who shares an interest in fishing and wading bird has been streaming photographs of herons.
Not long after the naming of day “Neck and Neck or KenKen,” I receive two photos of one heron each – the birds are prominent, the legs evident, bodies apparent. One is what I call egg butt heron pose, the other stands standard way. Look again. What springs to mind? They are Neck and Neck.
Rougned and Rachmaninoff – creek maxed batters up and out but not over after rains – three-tined fork – two-byte sycamore – Hummel trumpet concerto – concierto – lump sum – 7:11 – Bright View times two, trailers in tow – mow, mow mowyourmoat, meow cat meerkat – Bing! Morning noon &nd night. helicopter: !airport/hospital? Tongue on teeth. Toothpast. Toothpaeste Red J(k)eep moving…a strawberry roan sculpture stationary not Ki Connecticut OkoK. The race is not always to the swift but that’s the ocean right there.