from yesterday. The first is how they sometimes become, the Chaparral Whitethorn. An arch.
Sometimes they continue to curve completely. An Eeyore. Before we came, the turkeys used them for shelters and the quail. Maybe others. There were rabbits. Some are quite big, one near this home, a Goat fits. Just Going likes to stand in it. As i mentioned, there are many in various stages...partially blooming and partially dying. It seems to be just how it is with them. There used to be Many on this Hill. There are some new ones, just beginning now. But not like it once was.
i began Jenny's book. Just a few minutes....really quick. But a start.
