Len has been riding his bike to visit “his” ospreys again this year. Not his, but he knows where they are and this is his third year watching them.
His photo is from yesterday.
Len has been riding his bike to visit “his” ospreys again this year. Not his, but he knows where they are and this is his third year watching them.
His photo is from yesterday.
I know several of you have loved ones who work with people who have Covid. I have heard from you the cynicism of your loved ones who scramble for protective gear, who scramble for equipment, who slog through long, wrenching, and exhausting days. So when those loved ones hear from the media that they are heroes, it does not, in general, seem to impress them.
I spent five wonderful hours outside in my own backyard this morning. Dug more garden bed area, finished churning in the rest of the winter compost, covered much of the area that will be vegetable beds soon with watered-in cardboard. I dunno, I think it will make the earth warm and later I can rip the cardboard around the base of plants to help hold down the weeds. Seemed like a good idea.