This is from My Antonia, which I just read, wishing the whole time I was reading it to Val. Today marks six months she has been gone, and it still makes no sense to me at all. I miss her fiercely.
happiness
a few other things that are good
The bushtits have found the suet I put out. Bushtits are tiny feathered mushrooms of birds, very chatty and always in little surging groups, like teenagers. They show up suddenly and in force, little avian flash mobs, shouting squeaky dumb jokes back and forth as they hang by their claws Continue Reading