Osprey

The air is clearing a little bit here; I don't wear a mask, but I also don't go out much. Two mile morning walk and I find the osprey again, sitting at the top of the Norfolk pine. I never tire of looking at that wildness.

Since we have a surfeit of donated fruit, I tried making rhubarb/persimmon jam, and let me save you the trouble: it has a terrible texture. And even though I used less than half the sugar called for, it is inedibly sweet. I don't think I've ever made a jam I didn't like, but this one may be going out to the worms.