are the seasons and geography determines the number. Here in the Bay Area, Fall is unmistakable -- an uplift in the air, a switch of light, a downturn of leaves. A time for sitting. A time for remembering those who have fallen. A time to celebrate the return of persimmons. Is there such a thing as a rounded precipice? Is so, it's undeniably Fall.
from a woodpecker's point of view. Or shall we say, a point of necessity? Acorns are like words -- a perfect food and like paper don't fall far from its tree. A beloved system of storing and retrieving.
Natural fodder, too.
the written language of bird is complicated and, unlike English, highly inflected. Like poetry, bird language is spoken inside as well as out. With both poetry and bird language, food is actively discussed. Debated.
F.O.H? Friends of haiku. The precocious & gorgeous kitty is 13 years old today. I'm the lucky one and we're celebrating with gifts aplenty for haiku. Imagine his happiness with a new older brother (Dumbledore) and a younger sister who wears her pink heart on her collar (Sweetie). Also, one spanking-new bungee-mouse. The latter is his all-time favorite "toy." Of course, treats aplenty. And here's the birthday boy --