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There was the trainride and the van ride. Old friends in new settings that were really their native settings. There was the bomb scare, and the concert. The lunch and the revelation.  A visit to a building that hadn’t been there 15 years ago, and to one that’s been there for over 100.  Reuniting participants in a one-sided crush.  Watching behavioral loops ossify and tighten.  Crying and singing and SINGING and sending music out in as many directions as possible.

We were going about 45 mph when I snapped this.  Maybe you can see the time distortion through the lack of crispness in this image?

I’m kind of surprised there was any definition at all…

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Seriously.  People grumble about weather in the 40s and this is happening down the block:

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I should be grateful at least evening looks about right:

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There were bees out today.  I’m happy for them being able to get a last snack or two, but really.  BEES?

Fine.  Click through to some hysterical Torch Songs in which the word ‘Me’ has been replaced by “Bees”.

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So there were five, and three immediately got homes when it came time for them to stop living under our back steps.  The two gingers are being fostered, and I am sure they will be fine, because the amount of adorable they generated was quite impressive, and hand-tamed kittens are typically easier placements than adult cats.  I’ll check with the rescue to find out how they fare.

In the meantime, though, here is our new kitty:

Oh, hai...  Can you make the grass move again, so I can kill it some more?

Oh, hai… Can you make the grass move again, so I can kill it some more?

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So this is a thing that happened….

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But we did have an awesome sunset earlier in the week…

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20150202-222658.jpgAt the stroke of ten, on Groundhog’s Day

In swirled the flock of robins

They

Startled starlings, scattered squirr’ls,

They

Stalked around the raspberry canes,

They

Perched and preened while

Peering about — was it time?

Was it, was it,

Is it time?

They

Must have flown all Imbolc night

Though sleet and ice

And here they are, and there, and over there, so probably

This

This is as good a time as any.

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