Every day, there is a single honeybee visiting the lavender plants in my backyard. He pokes around among the flowers, taking his sweet time, and I watch him – her – it as it moves from plant to plant. I feel like it is an endangered species, one of a handful of survivors from a mysterious force that has decimated its brothers and sisters; and I feel privileged to see it in my backyard.
I doubt I will feel this way if the wasps start disappearing.
When I got home today, I immediately noticed that my cat Squeaker was injured — there was shaved spot on his head and he’d been stitched up. I went next door to Danielle, who was checking in on the cats, to [more...]
Well, that’s misleading, because of course there are new things to report elsewhere — a tornado alert back home in DC leading to evacuation of the Mall just hours before the fireworks; the release of Alan [more...]
This is a sad day, contemplating the loss of someone who made us laugh and think at the same time. I will miss you, Molly. Molly Ivins, queen of liberal commentary, dies Austin resident battled breast cancer. By W [more...]
