4/6/2022

Dave Bonta April 6, 2022 3

The rain that woke me in the night with its drumming dwindles to mizzle. Swelling buds and arboreal lichens glow in the gray-brown woods.

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Susan Spivack
2 years ago Permalink

yes, this speaks to me, we dwell in the same eco-region. I’m grateful for your daily posts.
1. Dave Bonta
  2 years ago Permalink
  
  I’m glad. Thanks for reading.
Joy Neal Kidney
2 years ago Permalink

mmm

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