“No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.”
The days are finally cooler so I find myself spending more time in the garden. There is a lot to do in fall here in my desert oasis. It’s a time to prune the roses, trim bushes and cleaning up from the monsoons. With sadness, I remove what’s left of once vibrant plants that did not survive the baking heat of summer.
This morning as I am trimming the rampant herbs, I come across the remains of a love bird. I’m not sure how he died, it could have been in a myriad of ways. A stray cat that frequents the garden may have gotten lucky, only to realize this is not your typical tasty bird. A rodent may have found its way in…
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