Grey and rainy. Well, beyond rainy: hosing down rain and grapple and hail. Went to Hand Hollow and caught a glimpse of the same bit of heron head in the nest. It is hunkered down probably wishing it had a … Continue reading →
Yup it’s that time of year again – National Poetry Month! May all the words be with you. Counting the Determined Spring and trees, buds swelling, and grackles, squealing and volunteer daylilies and startled calves following placid cows to unknown … Continue reading →
Which comes pretty darn early now. These clouds were amazing. Taken in Stockbridge and West Stockbridge on the way home from the figure studio.
Spiders and the oxalis are still hanging on (click above for more images via flickr). The deer are munching on the hostas. The other morning this was my pre-drive view:
That’s what the first part of yesterday was all about. This morning has stopped raining for the moment so I guess I’m heading back out there. And then the vultures came.
The only tyrant I will accept in this world is the “still small voice” within me.
