Pretty in Pink
FaceBook reminded me a couple of weeks ago that last year I posted a photo of a trillium in the woods at the beginning of March. On my walk in fickle sun yesterday, there was no sign of it. It is greening up in there, but the only blooming thing I spotted was this pair of unfurling spring beauty.
A crow just flew past the window, through the blowing light snow, carrying a rather large branch in its claws. Took it around back of yon fir tree.
I’ve been cleaning out my mother’s (and father’s) house. It’s a fascinating 56-years-in-one house accumulation. She liked to collect things for potential craft projects. To my knowledge, she didn’t use much of her collection. This well-preserved cache left me speechless.
I never posted this little adventure from a couple of weeks ago. A bat. Flying about the living room. I chased it through the house with a broom, but couldn’t get it to fly out the open doors. It was cold and windy; why would it want to go out there? Then it disappeared. Not good. Couldn’t find it. Later in the day I started cautiously rolling down the blinds, thinking maybe it was behind one. It was sleeping behind the one over the sliding door. Managed to scoop the sleepy critter out and fling it onto the deck. It slept off the shock for a few minutes then flew off. Now, how did it get in? But wait, do bats eat lady bugs? Wait! Come back!
Handsome in Polka Dots & Stripes
(Flicker in the snowy maple)