Friday, June 6, 2008

93 degrees Farenheit

My father has been uprooting small maples from the yard and planting them in pots in our house. Despite his lack of experience in such things, he's proven successful before: there's now a large-ish maple near the driveway.

And now he wants a bird book, because he grown so fond of feeding the birds. He doesn't know any of their names: called a starling a crow this morning.

As you can see, it's overly hot, and I don't really have anything to say.


Pity Reached by Sound said...

more more! you need to post more.

also, loved the work you gave me at the reading way back. let's get ourselves in gear and put some work together.

A. said...