A lone duck meandered down the flagstones outside the breakfast nook this morning, Looking for a flock? a mate? After studying the birds in the flight, it flew down to the pond. A nice addition to my bowl of Cream of Wheat.
I was right to save the grid of flowers in the Circle Garden – the first primrose has appeared! I may need to move the flowering quince or the California native iris that I planted thinking the primrose had died No, just went deeper into the ground. A metaphor for life there.
The second liberta is blooming in the Back Border Garden, a tall slender stalk that shoots off clusters of white blossoms.
Steady rain followed me all the way into Oakland, and heavy downpours through Walnut Creek and into the valley. Probably the last rain of the season.
A Year at the Snake 