I cut a couple of gardenias and they’re floating in water and filling my room with their scent. Heaven. I love how wet and sweet the air is here. I am so glad to be home.
Last night a young robin accidently was closed up in the garage–it must’ve flown or blown in from the rain–and this morning I heard its plaintive peep. I opened the garage door, but it didn’t go out, so after about ten minutes, I walked to the back of the garage, not towards it, but enough to encourage it to fly outside to the top of a far cherry tree. An auspicious sign, I hope.

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