Winter is on the wane. How do I know? I'll tell you at the end.
This is how I amuse myself on those cold winter days when I don't venture out much.
The same nuts I bought for $4.98 per bag before Christmas are now 75 cents per bag and I buy lots of them. The squirrels are waiting on the porch each morning when I raise the shades. I'm afraid I've let them get too friendly, but they make me smile.
Of course, the weenies come running to chase them away, but the squirrels have little fear of them. Sister is momentarily guarding the lot.
In an instant, the squirrels are back. I'm surprised they even run away from the weenies as they don't go more than a few steps away.
The weather will be warm today and I'll be out cleaning up some flower beds, in between watching the wildlife. Everyone has been sick with a form of the flu; I think we've all had variations of the same virus. I am at the end of mine, but this one saps your energy so I may be doing more watching than working.
Besides cleaning the flowerbeds, I'll be making a loaf of bread from friend Monique's blog. I haven't made bread in years, so I am going to have to be patient and let it rise for a long time.
And lastly, winter is on the wane. At the farm, I always looked for the changes of the seasons. Signs of spring, like the wild onions and mayapples are the first to appear. In the city, the birds are busy popping in and out of the birdhouses, feathering their nests. Both the males and females are bringing in dried grasses and feathers, prepping for their spring hatch. Seems early, but there you are.
"Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories."
Peter Pan
