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Birdsong At Dawn

5/16/2020

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PictureSummer garden in Santa Fe

Purple and yellow irises are in bloom in the high desert when I head out on my speed walk, huffing behind my bandana. I saw a wild white poppy today. Ravens and crows are proliferating here in Santa Fe, cawing at 5:30am in chorus with higher-pitched singing birds. It seems to me there are more crows than before the virus. We are also having a severe moth invasion, but let’s not think about that.

Our governor is finally ordering mask-wearing in public places. For weeks she’s been recommending mask-wearing, but half the population here has been ignoring that. At Whole Foods in Santa Fe, some shoppers even disdained the giveaway mask available at the entry earlier this week. Wearing a mask shows respect and caring for others. I live with constant worry about this beast of a virus. Hearing Dr. Bright’s “darkest winter” rebound predictions this week resonated with me. Like he said, let the scientists speak.

​I’m calming myself with Fields of Flowers homeopathic remedy. Taking pleasure in how my scallions are sprouting by a sunny window. I was thrilled at how well my so-easy-to-bake Irish Soda Bread turned out. This week I made myself a personal icon on my iPhone. I’m looking forward to the arrival of the floral masks I ordered. I think we will be wearing masks for a long time.  Most days, I work on a screenplay I’m co-writing with a partner. It’s a fabulous escape that makes me feel stronger and more productive. I’m grateful that I remain healthy.

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Daryl Black link
1/12/2021 02:17:25 pm

I just got on to check out your blog and loved the birdsong at dawn. We came from Taos County and there are many more ravens there and more crows here, but but it seems there are a lot of ravens this winter, which is fun. Glad you found a white poppy. I suspect you are posting more on Instagram and Twitter but was happy to see your blogs.

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