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First a note to any remaining loyal reader(s): it was brought to my attention that you can make a comment here, but then it seems to vanish into the ether. "Do you moderate comments?" my brother Adam asked me, after leaving one on my most recent post. "Um," I thought to myself. And then I checked and yes, I do, although I seem to have neglected my moderating duties for the last...eight years? Oh readers and former readers who are not reading this: I'm so sorry, I wasn't ignoring you, I was just blissfully blogging into the dark. If you leave me a comment now, in 2026, I will (theoretically) see it!
News of the yard: we've expanded from our resident one butterfly, one bunny, and one hummingbird. Now there are two bunnies, occasionally adjacent to each other, kind of playful, hopping in concert, big and little, the big one seeming subtly irritated with the small one. When it's business as usual, they just inhale clover and dandelion, packing it away for the colder months, little eating machines with shiny black eyes and twitchy soft ears. Clover occasionally has a staring contest with one of them, but she doesn't chase them.*
A dream in which I worked at Whole Foods and was answering a customer's question about when we would be getting a fancy new locally made jam. I told her there would be an event that very evening, and then they would start rolling it out. And then I said, because in my dreams I am a standup comedian: "But very carefully, because most of it is in glass jars."
*best girl.
