In Montana I always knew when spring had officially arrived when I heard my first western meadowlark of the season. In Virginia, my harbinger of spring is the song of the redwinged blackbird. Well today, on an icy mid-February Valentine’s … Continue reading →
“Wanna pick up trash?” This was the question Hubby awoke me with this morning. Those of you who know me know this isn’t such an unusual question to ask. And those of you who’ve been reading my blog for several … Continue reading →
A slow-paced, gray and cold day. The snow never happened, which is fine now that we’re getting into spring mode. Our daffodils are even shooting up and starting to form puffy flower buds. Hubby hasn’t had much work on, which … Continue reading →
Behold this instrument of torture, crusher of boobs, harbinger of unbearable pain. I set out yesterday at 7 AM to get my “annual” mamo. They sent me home because I was supposed to have a doctor’s order, even though my … Continue reading →
My little beaver buddy has been feeding some more on this tree. I might venture out after dark some night to see whether I can catch a glimpse of her. I also wonder whether the town will figure this out … Continue reading →
Here’s my guy heading out for a bike ride on a sunny but cool 43-degree afternoon (wind chill much lower on a bike!). I admire his dedication and how he pushes through cold, rain, muck, and pain to do his … Continue reading →
On one of my walking routes through my neighborhood I always stop at this spot to gaze in the distance toward the building on the far left (the shortest one with girders that look like they’re in the shape of … Continue reading →
This morning our foxy friend was playing with a squirrel in our back yard. It was dead (I assumed he killed it), and the fox was pushing it around like a cat would with a dead mouse—wanting it to move … Continue reading →
Today was National Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast Day. No, I didn’t; not because I didn’t want to but because I’m trying to wean myself off sugar. Ice cream is a major vice. Instead, I met a friend for tea … Continue reading →
RIP Christopher Plummer. I remember first seeing him as the father in The Sound of Music and wishing he were my dad, for some odd reason. I fantasized about riding on his shoulders as he carried me along a trail, … Continue reading →
