The sky was so unusually clear and blue for a good part of today, that It could have almost passed for late summer. What a welcome shift, even if not long lasting. Our days though are growing longer, and I welcome each minute.

Small morsels please. Xkwannukah is a wonderful time of year. All the wading birds have migrated to the cypress swamps which I lovingly (if such emotion can be credited to one of my species) call home. Thus, holiday feasting becomes a reality, thanks to an innate wanderlust for southern migration imprinted in their bird brains. For this I would give thanks to the Almighty Being, if I could but know which one(s) it / they is / are.