Spring

The birds are back. A pigeon and a small bird I forgot the name of flew into my patio, landed on the same spot where I had put bird seed last summer. the pigeon looked at me as if to say "Where is my food?" New rules here, no bird seed because the squarrels eat it and become pests. I said to the one climbing up the redwood trunk. "It is all your fault"

Spring means new outside projects, like repainting a rusty baker's rack without shelves. The maintenance man promised shelves. Meanwhile-----