As a furious thunderstorm was rolling in the other night, I watched a crow fly up to the highest branch of a tree. He just sat there looking off into the distance toward the storm. Eventually he flew off and I sort of wondered throughout the storm as it raged where he was and what birds think during storms.

Then Sunday morning I heard a beautiful folk song … the lyrics of the chorus were “Hallelujah, the great storm is over, lift up your wings and fly.” Made me think of the relief and joy the birds might feel when the thunder, lightning, wind, and rain finally stop and the sun comes out again.

Not a big thing, but it touched me.

I have some weeds growing in an area where I want nothing to grow. Ever. So I’ve been using homemade weedkiller. It essentially kills the ground so don’t use it where you might want to grow things in the future. This area I’m treating is at the edge of a walkway full of rocks and gravel. It’ll never house plants.

Anyway. Here’s the recipe I’ve been using: 1 gallon white vinegar, 1 cup salt, 1 Tbsp dish soap. Most people recommend using a sprayer to apply it, but I’ve been using a watering can. Seems to work all right.

While I was out treating the weeds, I was in a part of the yard where I don’t often go. Found some poppies growing (leaving them there for now because they’re so pretty), and also found a large molehill. Drat.