Having managed to rise at a decent hour, unlike yesterday, I flung back the curtains only to discover: OMG more snow! Not a complaint. I love the sight of snow, it was just a slight surprise. Like when I was at Yellowstone with my dad and my brother in June, 2002 and it snowed. I … Continue reading One last gasp?
Boy cardinal is a little out-numbered One of those days Was followed by: A moody sky that brought unexpected snow Poor squirrel left his 'brolly at home, so had to use his tail instead and a day later : The flicker got to referee the starlings and the blue-jays. Poor flicker is a solitary chap … Continue reading My friend Flicker et al
This morning I unwittingly disturbed some ladybirds that were trying to sleep in the groove of my sliding door. I was sweeping up some bird seed that inevitably finds it's way into everything it seems, including my bed at times! Poor ladybirds. I was horrified that I may have injured one. It's an unlikely place … Continue reading TOBY
Even in the drabness I see beauty in the textures, the lines, the starkness of it all. There aren't many things I know for sure, but one is that you should always be ready for surprises because they will come. That is certain! So it was really not such a surprise to see that the … Continue reading No surprises
Behold. Winter is come.The World is silent.Not a whisper to be heardOn this frozen morn. Except for quietShufflingIn the "waiting room" Doves awaitWith patience Food they know will comeFrom a humbleHuman friend. Then smaller birds arriveFor what they can derivePecking at the snowSearching high and low. So precious and so sweetSo perfect and petite Then … Continue reading Frost
Penny This has been a day controlled by cats. First thing, this being a weekend, we were off to the emergency vet, an hour away, with Penny, afflicted once again with UTI. Urinary tract infection. It only ever happens on a weekend. But I am grateful it wasn't in the middle of a blizzard. Grateful … Continue reading -enny, (no P)
Does anyone else get as easily distracted, I wonder. I'll sit down with a clear picture in mind of what I intend to write and when I've finished, what's on the blog is something entirely different. It's why I have trouble telling stories, because in the middle of them I find myself going off at … Continue reading Now, where was I going…