Today I have A False Spring, from Ernest Hemingway's A Movable Feast. brewing in my head. The first paragraph is fitting for this moment in time, for me, since I would like to pack away woolen sweaters and socks, but, given the weather here Mother Nature would surely laugh in my face. My favorite sentence is the last in the paragraph " People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.";
I also have a news brief from San Fran. About a dead whale under the pier The news reporter, to me, came across as rather cold about it. Question......Could the whale have gotten stuck because the pier was there in the first place???? another humankind contribution to the demise of harmless and fascinating creatures.
The photo is of a deer here in the yard.
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