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.