Monday, January 18, 2016

In the Quiet

It's early morning quiet here.  Wood fire is burning low after it's 2:00 am stoking, casting orange light throughout the front room.  Snow is falling outside; the plow truck has already gone through but the "morning rush" is hours away.    I'm lingering upstairs before tiptoeing down for the first cup of coffee and making plans for a productive day.

Mostly I'm grateful that the plans I make today have so very little to do with the logistics and repercussions  of Saturday where one of my nearest and dearests was involved in a traffic accident.  We are all very, very, very grateful that The Boy is okay.  As a first responder to the accident I'm especially very, very, very grateful.  It's funny how life works that way...the coincidence of being *there*, *then*...
I'm thankful for this power pole which kept the car from rolling over.

Lots of people believe that things happen for a reason. I can speculate as to the reasons of this but I'd rather trust  we're all being guided and watched over for the best reasons and leave it at that.

This time those best reasons saw The Boy wreck his car on a snowy Saturday morning and be Home by Sunday afternoon, banged up and bruised but okay.   Best reasons have me thinking about the importance of being kind and generous and forgiving of all those around me; of saying "i love you" and meaning it every day.

So, when I do tiptoe downstairs I'll be doing it with a smile and an with a heart filled with appreciation.  Thank you God. Thank you, Dad. 

It's all good.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

The New Year Really Begins Tomorrow

I've been on vacation from school for two weeks.  Tomorrow I return to the children and the long days away from Home.  I have had a great vacation, spending a lot of it relaxing and spending time with my Mom.  Christmas and New Years (including my parents' anniversary) went well and were quiet, family oriented celebrations.

Now, the New Year really begins.  I think I'm ready.  Or as ready as I'll ever be! 
It's all good.
Canadas and Mallards in the Turner Farm Field

Friday, January 1, 2016

New Year 2016

Happy New Year! Last year was rough, no mistake about that.  Keeping the luck in this year and hoping there's plenty to go 'round. 

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Snow (Finally)

Spent last night and all of today "snowed in" at Mom's. We went from looking like mid spring to looking like deep winter in 24 hours.  Yesterday I took care of lots of stuff outdoors and got things buttoned up.  Imagine doing final buttoning up in late December?!

The brook shows the differences very clearly.  Ice, piled up snow and cold snow falling.

Such a lovely time tonight, all cozied up here  at Walden III.  We've gotten about 8" of snow and a goodly dousing of sleet on top.  Tomorrow will bring work shoveling and plowing  but for now it's all just lovely and homey.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Christmas Eve Day Morning

On the list of things To Do today:

Set record high temperature for the day.  CHECK

Photograph partridges wandering about on green grass. CHECK

It's 44F at 8:00 this morning. 

And that's okay.

It's all good, even.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Waiting on Chickadees

Mother Black Bear and two cubs, posing by the crab apple trees.
Since the bears took down the feeders in early April, there had been nary a black oil seed to be found at Walden III until early December rounded and it felt time to try again.

Because the bears had done a fine, fine job at decimating the hanging feeders (there was no saving them) I found myself in the market for bird feeders for the first time in years. 

I had bought some cheapo plastic tube feeders from Sierra Trading several months before for my house and the birds loved them...but I was after something nice, since they're to be my Mom's Christmas present.

Two sincere feeders, waiting for the Great Chickadee.
I toured every local hardware, feed, garden supply and cutesy store for a decent priced, decent looking feeder and coming up empty at every turn I settled down with the lap top and headed to my other favorite place of business, Amazon.  I admit it.  I ordered from Amazon.

Now two lovely, modest bird feeders once again grace the porch.  They're filled and ready...awaiting the arrival of the multitudes that visited last year.

Except the birds won't come near them. 

Chickadees, blue jays, and a lovely little red breasted nuthatch all are hanging out in the cheap seats and using the ugly, cheapo plastic feeders.  Even the red squirrels have established the red feeders as they Only feeders.

I'm hoping today is the day that the chickadees come to the house feeders.  That they'll suddenly realize the bounty of seed and sincerity and light upon the porch and chip their little chippery calls and all will be well with the world. 

I'll give it another day before I rearrange everything and mix old with new, plastic with wood, known and unknown together.  There's a metaphor for life here somewhere but I'll leave that for another day, too. 

It's all good.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

First Christmas Without...

 My Dad.  The Echo Valley Weather Dog. Snow. 

It's a hollow feeling Christmas, but Christmas still.  There have been and will be moments of good tidings, of peace, comfort and joy.  Many moments, doubtless.  And there'll be and have been  those other moments, too.  All in all it's hard.  And good, because that's living.