The morning janitor has come sweeping through the theatre of my mind and requested that I move along so here's a new top post just to honor the passing of time and our incessant need for something new.
I don't know the official name of the berries but I call them pineapple palm berries. Until now, Frida has ignored them but recently she has begun examining them. She touches a berry, sometimes bounces it around in her hand or twists it a bit. Some she picks and eats, others she leaves for later.
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What are those little yellowish-brown berries there? Do the squirrels eat those? (Looks like there's plenty.)
I don't know the official name of the berries but I call them pineapple palm berries. Until now, Frida has ignored them but recently she has begun examining them. She touches a berry, sometimes bounces it around in her hand or twists it a bit. Some she picks and eats, others she leaves for later.
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