A mockingbird singing 15 stanzas greets us on the first three mornings in our new home. I am elated. Then, neighbors on both sides start extensive power tool projects–the mockingbird flies away. He’s leaving me in a strange, new land. Before moving, we attempt to seriously downsize. I struggle to follow advice “When in doubt,Continue reading “Mockingbird Morning”
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Gretchen Butler Wild Art 