Today, the sliver I got from the rake on Saturday has worked its way out of my finger but the other sliver from a thorny vine is still deeply embedded. Today, the burn on the back of my neck from a moment of carelessness with a curling iron is all scabby and doesn't hurt anymore. People say it looks better in terms of healing and skin integrity but I bet it doesn't look so good as a random thing to look at. Today, I saw a naked bird on the bottom shelf of the buffet table on the deck. While I was in California a few weeks ago, some crazy ass robin built the nest in the plastic basket where I keep my gardening miscellany and the dog's tennis balls.
Don't you think it's a little late in the season for baby birds?