Photo by [cousin] Sue Pinkerton
My garden has been filled with drunken waxwings. After two window collisions (at slow speed) I pulled the lace curtains — and then one banged right into the shingled wall. They are gorging on fermented berries from the mountain ash.
I’m gorging a bit myself, on the company of a long-absent friend, Abigail, who is here from England for just a few weeks. She has brought many amazing photos which I will be sharing with you soon. This is a friendship with several rare qualities. We can be apart for a long time, and pick up again instantly. And in her company I am smarter and funnier and altogether wiser than usual.
May we all be blessed a few of these friendships in our lives, as I have been.
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