Birdfeeding
Jun. 16th, 2026 11:31 amToday is cloudy, mild, and wet. It just started raining.
I fed the birds. I've seen several sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 6/16/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
It barely rained at all, just enough to make things inconveniently damp. >_<
EDIT 6/16/26 -- We went out to the Charleston Food Forest and Grissom Family Orchard and Farm Market, along with other errands. :D
There are a couple thunderstorms visible from here, but one is too far north. The other to the west may or may not give us any rain.
EDIT 6/16/26 -- We've gotten light rain for about half an hour, then suddenly "the air is water" and "the sky is throwing rocks" briefly. The hail was only pea-sized, lasted a couple minutes, and melted almost instantly so I doubt it did any real damage.
EDIT 6/16/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
I walked along the road taking pictures of the sunset. You can still see a little of the cloud diversity today. It was definitely the kind of sky that made me think God had gotten to the bottom of her craft box and decided it was time for a stashbuster project. At one point, I looked at a forming thunderhead and mused, "I wonder if God has enough to finish that one, or if She is just playing yarn chicken." :D Then I realized that "The God Box" poem wasn't on Dreamwidth because it was published elsewhere a couple decades back, so I definitely need to fix that.
As it is now dark, I am done for the night.
I fed the birds. I've seen several sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 6/16/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
It barely rained at all, just enough to make things inconveniently damp. >_<
EDIT 6/16/26 -- We went out to the Charleston Food Forest and Grissom Family Orchard and Farm Market, along with other errands. :D
There are a couple thunderstorms visible from here, but one is too far north. The other to the west may or may not give us any rain.
EDIT 6/16/26 -- We've gotten light rain for about half an hour, then suddenly "the air is water" and "the sky is throwing rocks" briefly. The hail was only pea-sized, lasted a couple minutes, and melted almost instantly so I doubt it did any real damage.
EDIT 6/16/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
I walked along the road taking pictures of the sunset. You can still see a little of the cloud diversity today. It was definitely the kind of sky that made me think God had gotten to the bottom of her craft box and decided it was time for a stashbuster project. At one point, I looked at a forming thunderhead and mused, "I wonder if God has enough to finish that one, or if She is just playing yarn chicken." :D Then I realized that "The God Box" poem wasn't on Dreamwidth because it was published elsewhere a couple decades back, so I definitely need to fix that.
As it is now dark, I am done for the night.