Panthers coach Sam Mills died today of intestinal cancer. I know this because so many people have Googled into feral trying to learn more. For the confusion, I apologize. If you search Google's News page you'll find a list of articles. He was 45.
Snow flurries all afternoon. But it's only flurrying, not hanging around. It's dry and light and seems to sublime before it touches ground. Vast sheer draperies of snow dragging across the tops of the Warners.
In bloom: yellow things--dandelions and daffodils. Dandy things. Daffy things.
Spent the morning at work on several longish poems. Afternoon moving furniture around, mailing books.
It's after 5. Two pairs of geese fly into the pond each evening about now and either compete for pond ownership or play rough together. There's a lot of circling, landing, taking off, bellowing. A certain amount of swagger in the grass, head menacingly low to the ground, hissing. It's all very noisy and fun to watch.
Up top the blue spaces are filling in. Flurries getting denser and more persistent. Guess I'll go cover that little heap of juniper limbs.
5:28:12 PM 
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