Singing For His Breakfast

Dear Diary,

Papa Purple Finch broke out in a full throated song after having a bite to eat.  I hope that it is a rave review of the offerings at the Back Porch Café.  Another drippy, grey morning but improvement is on the way.  Good thing, both Matt and John will be here tomorrow to do the final winter prep.  Time for me to stock the pantry too.  What a strange year it has been.