Began in 2020 as Pandemic Quarantine Diary, and now it's whatever strikes my fancy.
Saturday, August 28, 2021
An Annual Event
It seems like every year, some of the seed we put out for the birds ends up on the ground, where it goes about its own seedy business and sprouts. So instead of one neglected seed, a few dozen seeds are produced, none of which go to waste.
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