Where does the edge of it form?
Am I on the edge here?
I am with the birds.
There are four baby bluebirds, the one flaps it's wings at the solo pigger cowbird.
The same bluebird is scolding and flapping at a snarfing bluejay.
Alot of feeding after the Elsa rains.
I missed a day sitting on my back porch steps.
A pink cosmo, the first bloom of this season opened in the downpours.
Many potted zinnias from seed are budding.
The majestic wild lettuce is a head over me now.
There is tiger Lily, black-eyed susans, geranium and beebalm.
I am happy to be alive.
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