This morning, my world looks quite different from yesterday. Inches of snow cover the grass and tree limbs. It comes up to Nemo’s tummy and he’s not quite sure what to think about it. However, the coffee and hot tea are warming, the birds are flocking to scattered sunflower seeds, and the fireplace is blazing. […]
Feb 1, 2022
Frigid February?
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Is your birthday this month? A happy February birthday to you! Presidents George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Ronald Reagan also had birthdays this month, so you’re in good company. Your birthstone is the lovely Amethyst and your flowers are the violet and primrose. If you had lived during the Victorian era, a gift of violets […]
Jan 21, 2022
This Day
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What are you doing this nippy January day? Actually, ten degrees is a bit more than nippy. Thankfully, we don’t have a howling wind or blowing snow or sleet. But, it is cold. This means I’ll need to replenish bird baths for thirsty birds and make sure they have enough sunflower seeds. There’s one form […]
Jan 19, 2022
Just Outside the Window
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As you know, I’m a weather watcher. I like the changing outdoor scene. If the meteorologist suggests snow is on the way, I eagerly watch for that first flake. I’m one of those people who makes sure there’s enough bread and milk if a storm is forecast, so I head for the store. (By the […]
Jan 15, 2022
Snow
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It’s amazing what snow will do for the drabness of winter. Snow covers the ground and rooftops and it’s still snowing. It’s a wonderland for children who run out, lifting their faces to the sky, catching the flakes on their tongues. Do the birds and squirrels enjoy the snow? I doubt it. Four squirrels are […]
Jan 13, 2022
Meadow Life
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Autumn moves through the meadow, rearranging it in muted colors. As the sun shines on tall grasses, they gleam with the silver of seed tufts. Thistles, whose purple crowns swayed in the breeze only a few weeks ago, now wear cotton thatches. Goldenrod, touched by frost, bows its bronzed blooms. The meadow mirrors passing seasons. […]
