I've been fretting, honestly, with this move to the city. I discovered that my roots in Ojai went deeper than I thought. I was sorely missing my early mornings, sitting outside in all the kinds of weather that southern California can provide--blue skies, often; morning fog, often; rain and frost, though never at the same time. I was missing my dark-eyed junco and the towhees, the oak titmouse that would scold me from the branch overhead every single morning. The squirrel making his predictabl...
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