Well, I was completely wrong about the horses and the plowing. The horses are back and no one is plowing yet. No matter how long I live here, I'll never learn the secrets of ranching. Here today, gone tomorrow, here today again....however, I know this....the Mountain Bluebirds are back...as of 5 o'clock this afternoon! Two couples. If the pattern of previous years holds, at least one more couple will arrive.They usually hang out in my neighbor's Russian olive tree but we get to see them. Ron recently put birdseeds out on the deck again so we're hoping to attract the birds that are migrating this way. We've seen some pretty spectacular birds in the past, but stopped putting out seeds when pigeons and mice were also attracted to it. Hope they stay away this time.
a peaceful day
spent working at the kitchen table. Overcast sky with liquid silver light keeping things bright, not hot, as it usually gets from passive solar heat pouring in the windows. Perfect. In a way it was a solitary day as Ron worked in his studio, only coming into the house a couple of times before dark. I even got to finish hand warmers ~ late for my daughter's birthday last month, but still appropriate when she receives them in a few days. Lots of cold days still ahead in the east (and here, too).
It's invisible in the photo, but the yarn is shot through with metallic sparkly thread and it's called Disco (Fortissima Colori). They're fun and sophisticated at the same time. I'm sure she'll like them.
A bear under the snow
Turns over to yawn.
It's been a long, hard rest.
(James Wright, first stanza "March")
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