Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Full Moon Rising
It's too early to ring the "spring has sprung" alarm, but with +12C or about 55F as our high today, I had to wonder why I wore my boots to work this morning. Time to make a mental note to lose a layer or three. I was outside a bit this evening, and could hear geese overhead and feel the melting snow under my feet, and breathed a sigh of relief. The worst of winter is behind us.
Little Schatzie even ventured out the front door today when I came home. She promptly walked down the path and sat on the steps in front of the patio door and gave me a dirty look that she wanted in again. Her 18 seconds of fresh air behind her, she bolted into the house as quickly as she could and went to sit down beside wood stove. It ain't over until Schatzie says it's over.
The spindly pear tree in the above photo held a flock of what I think I've ID'd as Bohemian Waxwings yesterday (as opposed to Cedar Waxwings), based on their call plus the yellow tip of their tail:
On that note, I'm leaving you with a sunset from a few nights ago. Alas, with the newly denuded vista, sunsets don't hold the same appeal as they once did, but here you go:
Trying to assimilate the philosophical will be a work in progress, however.