I saw this and I thought about writing to it. Except aside from how I feel about Trump, I don’t think I’ve ever felt enmity towards anyone.
Anger? Absolutely. Very, very angry? A lot more than once. Even rather furious and enraged? Uh huh. But nothing that lasted longer than the event. Nothing long-term, permanent, or unforgivable.
So unless I’m going to write about the president and how much I really hate the man — and is “hate” the same as “enmity”?
Regardless I felt that writing about this was going to ruin my day which has been going pretty well, all things considered. Garry vacuumed and dusted — without my asking, which has to be a first in our very long relationship. I took a few bird pictures that I think are kind of cool.
Do I need to write about enmity?
No, I don’t. So instead, please accept this lovely photograph of a Junco having an emotional moment with the toad and our sundial.