In the winter, in the snow … or through the autumn woods. There is always an untaken path. There is never enough time to walk every path. We are inevitably forced to choose between one and the other. I think we always believe the other road was probably better … but we’ll never know.
Sometimes, those analog filters can make something that’s right around the corner look 100 years old. Really, the bridge is 100 years old, but the road that runs over it has been paved many times, but is still the primary postal route from this valley to Boston. It’s a long, winding drive on many roads because around here, a “route” isn’t necessarily the same as “a road.” So here’s the stone bridge in a postcard from the past.
A major shortage of towers has thwarted the return of Rapunzel. Maybe in Boston, though horses have a hard time on the packed street. Out here, where horses live, there just aren’t many towers. Not even that many in Boston, with a few notable exceptions. Around here, a “tower” rarely exceeds four stories. Some Victorian houses are taller than that.
I looked at my (new) iPhone the other day and it said I’ve taken exactly 186 steps. I realize that means 186 steps with my iPhone. So if you don’t carry your iPhone everywhere you go, are you failing to do your basic footfall number?
I’ll get back to you on that one!
It was such a warm winter — with no snow at all — that spring is arriving without the usual fanfare. I don’t know how well out “outside” flowers are doing because I don’t go out. I can tell the season is changing because the birds are beginning to show their breeding colors. It’s odd.
They usually change more or less all at the same time, but this year, it’s rather patchy. Some are fully feathered in their finest mating displays. Others are partly changed. One has a bright yellow head, but a dull greenish body while another had brilliant yellow wings but was a dull green everywhere else.
I have seen quite a few fledglings recently from their nests, so some of the Goldfinch are already breeding. The other day, I saw the first Brown-headed Cowbirds of the year. Most of the House Finches are deep red and obviously ready to mate.
There are buds on the trees and the pollen count is up.
We have the green shoots for the daffodils, tulip, and daylilies, but they are just shoots. Not ready for blooming. But it is very early in the gardening year for the northeast.
And finally, inside we are growing a beautiful array of orchids and hoping to stay healthy while trying hard to not worry. Worry is the ultimate waste of time. We always worry about the wrong things anyway. Whatever is coming, will come, with or without months of angst.
I love pictures of anything in flight. This is a selection starting with 2012 to this month including my now omnipresent flying squirrels.
Oddly, no people sleeping. All my pictures with people show them awake. Oh well.
Merry Christmas to all!
Still-life for me is usually cherries. Why cherries? Because they are round, red, and delicious. But Nancy already did cherries and I cannot do better.
So I went with peaches. Ripe (almost) ready to eat. Not quite ready. Maybe tomorrow.
Just in time! The roses showed up and it just happens that I took a couple of pictures! I didn’t think we were going to have anything but tons of Daylilies.
And we do have tons of Daylilies, but you just can’t kill those barbed wire roses! So … they are back. It’s hard to tell if the darker ones are red or pink. Right now, they are closer to pink than red, but later in the summer, they will probably be darker.