By the way, down in an earlier post, I mention that we have egrets on the Chemung River. I guess, technically, we do, but people around here are more likely to point them out as herons. Great Grey Heron. So I was just carried away with the poetry of the moment.
I'm consoling myself over this gaffe with a bowl of fresh chili. Granddog's mamma came by to scoop up some minestrone to take back to Golden Glow. Sustenance for an afternoon of planting.
A late night ahead at the paper. I'll need some rest before I go.