A late-season cold and rainy day. (It’s supposed to hit 39 tonight.)
We really need those. (Except for that last part. Brrr.)
I went outside well towards dark with a cupful of grass seed, sprinkling everywhere I’d cleared the weeds out from. Glancing up at the trees, if they don’t see me they can’t immediately snatch it all up and maybe they won’t even notice tomorrow.
Did you just guffaw at that like we did? But still–the ground is damp, the only question is what will grow as a result so we might as well try for a few survivors.
Now the only question is how many different species of birds we will wake up to out there in the morning.