We moved to farm country, but remained urban brained. Bus exhaust and compact humanity drumming in our heads like rain.
It snowed yesterday. Not welcome, but not uncommon for Wisconsin. Silver Lining? I was able to capture this scene on the feeder.
On Starting Over, Part 1
Starting over always sucked in Candy Land. I need to believe in the possibility of starting over, without having to go all the way back to the Gumdrop Mountains.
House Finch
Monday. Monday, Can't trust that day. The Mamas and the Papas wrote that in 1966. They knew a thing or two.
Gutter
Something is nesting in the gutter In the crook In the elbow In the join Where north meets east
To Begin
Today, I took this photo of our plum tree. Focusing intently on that common little butterfly, a fluttery spark of spring, I missed the wasp.
Blue Briars 