Middles and Beginnings
It's the middle of the week, the ending of summer, and the beginning of my week without the Forester as it sits in the shop awaiting bumper replacement. The overnight temps were in the 40s, second time this month, and the sun rises more towards its winter path across the sky: more southerly than its summer path. Some unusual bird songs this morning... I need to get the app on my phone that my daughter Marika has that identifies birds when you hold the phone up towards the sound. It's called... Sign in to see full entry.