Last night I met some of the excentric neighbors (it's like Northern Exposure around here)... the silent couple who garden the plot next to ours (actually, while others have found them reclusive, she was quite talkative to me), the professor who lives with ginnie pigs in the trailor in the yard, and the caretakers dogs who spend their days roaming the reserve.
This morning I woke up to the sound of a woodpecker working on the house just outside my window. Apparently it chasaed away the family of sparrows that once lived in the hole.
I had intended to just sit in the garden, eat breakfast, and read my magazine, but soon found myself wandering around with the camera, taking 180 or so photos.
Henrick, the guy who is letting me stay here, came by and told me that tomorrow there will be a laughing class down at the cafe. I'm a big fan of laughing, so I will be there.
It's just past ten (usually I am just waking up by now). After a quick tick check and shower I guess I'll head down to the cafe to see if they need any help setting up for tomorrow.
After that I may grab my scythe and mow the lawn.
The photos today are not from the nature reserve. They are back in town on the walking path nearby school.