Phoebe

The little phoebe was keeping me in sight from her perch in Auntie's Tree. (I like the wee white feather sticking out of her tail.) Poor Auntie's tree is suffering the late summer blight that has affected her for the last several years.  Nothing I do helps and in midsummer she starts dropping her leaves.  I'm told it doesn't hurt the tree, but it is very unsightly. The birds and squirrels don't seem to mind though.  I had to have my car towed yesterday to my mechanic.  I think the emergency brake is stuck.  I hope this isn't a huge expense, but she is 17 years old.  I'm stuck at home which is not a problem as I am well into my photobook of my trip now.  Gift#247: creating a book of memories.