Yesterday was a glorious day in the garden. Or rather, a glorious morning. As I do still hold a mundane sort of job which required me to be present for a bit of my day. It was the sort of morning one truly feels alive. The sun was bright and hot, the birds were chirping, wild turkeys waiting for me to leave, and the sky was a robin blue. Perfection.
Per usual I was busy contending with cheeky weeds and checking the plants for bugs or decay. I noticed something on my p….