When the turkeys come to you

So I was working at my desk and happened to glance out the window in time to see this:

The turkey on my deck railing

So … is she visiting? Volunteering as tribute? I’m not sure, except she’s part of the gaggle that’s been wandering around the neighborhood and in and out of the woods this week. I suspect they sense what my weather app is currently predicting: cold rain, snow, and dropping temperatures.

I took what might be my last morning walk of the season this morning. I had to get at least one more in (and frankly, the afternoon is so lovely, I may take another).

In writing news, I get to visit the Giardino delle Rose in Florence this week!

Well, virtually, that is. I’m setting a couple of scenes there. This means scrolling through my Italy photos and creating a collage. The pain of it all!

I don’t suppose I actually need to do that, but I took pictures in part because I had a notion of setting at least one scene there.

In any event, it will be a nice counterpoint to the cold and snow coming my way.


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