A ten-Kate day was just what I needed to feel back on top of things after three days of headache and general lethargy. I think that so much came bubbling up through my mind and my heart, and I was so short on sleep, that I just shut down a little bit. And I was so fucking cold. But a couple of days of warm and sunny and a lot of work under the bridge and no more headache has left me springy and raring to go. Napping outside with the birds was especially nice.The B40 is nice and raked and ready to party.
We have a new cardinal in the yard- one of the Red Baron’s boys, I believe. I’m calling him The Baronet. He’s just a nipper, very smart and watchy. The Baron, his father, is a swaggering ass of a bird; he is rude, demanding, and gorgeous. The Baronet is curious, and cocks his head fetchingly to the side. I hope to be friends.
Miss Fish is not enticed by the cool rainy day, or is she enchanted to hear that we have two more on the way before we can get back to lightly roasting in the sunshine. She’s making the best of it, though, and she knows that I have drug home meat (a rarity these days) and there is something quite like a Boeuf Bourguignon roasting in the oven. No tomato sauce, bacon, or beef stock, but otherwise… everything seared, mushrooms, onions, celery, garlic, pinot noir… plus a dish of yellow tomatoes in olive oil and sea salt, a dish of fresh new red potatoes in the same, a sweet yellow pepper, three sweet potatoes, all roasting together in the slow oven in their separate dishes. The smell in the house is intoxicating. I’ve made so few kills since I started acupuncture, but sometimes, I want meat. Tonight.
LOTS of hummingbirds around- the trees are just bouncing with them. This sweet little Annas let me get right up close.