It’s a beautiful crisp morning on the East Coast. It almost feels like fall. As I hunkered down, I opened up the back screen door ever so slightly, as not to startle the chirping birds at our feeder. Beautiful creatures. It is the kind of day that I wish I could fly along with them into the crisp clear air. I think I could live on sunflower seeds for a while.
Insert Forrest Gump joke about Jenny here.