Orchid bud
I made a mad dash out and in to feed the birds, and another leisurely dash to play with my writing meetup, and all along the orchid is cleverly staying inside.
Read More Orchid budI write every day. Sometimes I even blog.
I made a mad dash out and in to feed the birds, and another leisurely dash to play with my writing meetup, and all along the orchid is cleverly staying inside.
Read More Orchid budI’m taking the day off, and not doing much of anything. Stay warm.
Read More It’s cold outI didn’t get a picture of it, but while the sun was out today, the same birds who looked all droopy and mopey in the rain were crowding into the water saucer and flinging spray around in a manner that can only be called exuberant. There were five or six at a time, flapping their […]
Read More Good times in the bird bathHow do you like my elaborate, highly asthetic bird bath? It’s a frisbee on a compost tumbler, with a couple sticks thrown in for the birds to get a grip on. Until yesterday, it was a clay saucer, but I broke it trying to wedge it out of the ice. That’s because my high-tech solution […]
Read More Winter water for the birdsI know nothing about poetry. First I stumbled on a couple of poems by Sherman Alexie that I like. The first is an interrupted monosonnet that falls into a wonderful singing rhythm when you read it out loud. The second is a snarky response to Frost’s “Whose woods are these?” question. To me the question […]
Read More Monosonnets? What?Of the two hazelnut trees I planted last spring, one died and the other has struggled. It looks like a twig up there on the snowy hill. But it’s just strong enough to put out a couple of catkins during the warmish weather of the last week. Those are the male flowers, and the bud […]
Read More Hazelnut catkinsSo here’s the first snow that stuck. I’m so glad it’s only a thin layer, because it’s wet. Snow on the bushes. Snow on the barbeques. Snow on the patio. And that trail says, Snow on the cat’s feet.
Read More Yep. It snowed.My brain has the dumb. My shoulders has the tight. My feet has the ache. But…
Read More UghWell, that’s it for the pea harvest. One pod. Not exactly plump, is it? Plainly pinched and pitiful, this bitty thing is barely big enough to pluck, let alone pop into the ole pie-hole. Oh, pooh. It’s still a pea. Better luck next year.
Read More Pitiful pea is pitifulIt was so beautiful and warm today, all I want to do is show off more pretty leaves. Two little clumps of azalea. In the spring, one has white flowers and the other has pink. Now their leaves are turning different colors, in pretty mottled clumps.
Read More Azalea leaves