It’s a fabulously fabulous day here in Tucson; warm, but overcast. Thousands of skillions of birds chirping. I even saw two lizards. I surprised them; they were sleeping. I cut back the bougainvillea today and for the first time ever gave no blood to the job. Stellar. The trick was, as usual, less. Only one glove, barehanded on the cutters, I was able to make neat little bundles and the whole nightmare job with inch long thorns went by in a very Japanese sort of simple cadence.
I discovered the orange squid under the catclaw in the B40.
Ah, the bliss of a life spent puttering about a garden on a shorts and t-shirt kind of day. I am soaking it up, deep into my soul.