Un-Boxing Day

[rejectomorph]

The day grew quite bright, but not particularly warm. Though clouds remain, they were fluffy and white rather than sombre gray. The birds must have been glad for the chance to dry out, as there were constant chirps well into evening. Still, because many of the plants which bloomed prematurely have died back, today looked less like spring than did many days in February. This displacement of the season is interesting, but a bit unnerving. All afternoon I had the feeling that we ought to be farther along in the year than we are. The moss on the mulberry is still dense and dark winter shade of green, but the walk is already littered with faded camellia petals. When is it?

I dug into a couple of the boxes in the garage that were liberated by the removal of the car. So far, I've found nothing of great interest, but there are about sixty or seventy boxes to go, and there are bound to be forgotten treasures in some of them. The cat, incidentally, has become less interested in the garage now that the car is gone. She liked sitting under it. The new, largely empty room has less appeal for her. She does enjoy looking into the boxes when I open them, though, and sniffing everything that comes out of them. Still, I suspect that, given a choice, she'd rather have the car back.

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[rejectomorph]

No, the bones are in the crawl space.