The cello, belonging to the son of my friend, just called to me for a picture. i really like the detail of the colored and frayed strings.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
John forged a single path to the thornberry tree to unburden it from the mounds of snow bending its branches. Even a week following the two storms of 42 inches of snow, there still is not a single deer footprint across the yard.
Monday, February 15, 2010
With 42 inches of snow in the last week and more snow expected today, who do I see when I look out the window? A flock of robins! I certainly hope they catch the message that this is definitely not the place to be right now! Although, I would be really nice to think that spring is just around the corner.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I visited the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens today in a whirlwind tour of possible venues for my daughter's wedding. What a treat(and break from the unending snow) it was to walk through the different greenhouses enjoying the warm air and beautiful plantings.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Another eighteen inches fell today on top of the twenty-four inches we had on Saturday, making a total of 42 inches in five days for an all time record! No guessing how long it will take to melt.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The day forecast snow and the Groundhog predicted six weeks of winter this morning. But as I looked out the hallway window in to the school's courtyard where my eyes caught pussy willow blooming calling out my morning greeting that spring could hopefully be on its way.
I really do love to watch the birds as they fly in and out of my back yard and feed at the our feeder. If you watch long enough, you can see how their activity changes depending upon the time of day and the weather.
These doves always come in a flock, spending much of their time in the nearby ash tree roosting. I think they present such a wonderful sense of community with the flock swooping down upon the feeder and then with a sudden movement, all retreating to the high branches of safety.