Write about: the origins.
Of what? Of whatever you like, but of course!
With my parents heading out this morning and my aunt and uncle saying their farewells last night, the farm is feeling a little empty right now. But I'm glad that everyone was able to stay for a while and spend some time with us and Max.
On the wildfire front, as best I could tell things were taken care of by the time I got up this morning. It looked like they'd dropped a perimeter of fire retardant on the mountainside before it got dark, so the fire was unlikely to get far overnight.
Which, I suppose, is better than saying 'Screw it, let's go to bed. We'll see how things look after we've all had a good sleep."
The naming of the Killdeer
"Good lord, what is that racket out in the garden?"
"Looks like a little bird, carrying on for no good reason."
"Be a dear, won't you, and kill it?"
"Do you hear that?"
"How could I not, darling?"
"Just like the one before, isn't it? Hurts my ears terribly."
"I am sorry, love."
"Kill it for me, dear?"
"I hear it too."
"Kill it, deer."