summer’s daydreams, poetry
written on feathers.
The pellet stove doesn’t start automatically in the early morning now—that’s a sure sign. And yesterday the first lazuli bunting of the season arrived on our deck (today we had five), and a black-headed grosbeak came by too, and that’s more hard evidence. But the lowly dandelion, showiest of weeds, leaves no doubt that summer is fast approaching.