Welcome to my journal. I live in a country setting that is wonderful for nature watchers and decided to have a go at sharing it. My home is an old house just big enough for two (sometimes not quite as my teenage son likes music that I don't, but we manage.) It's near where I grew up and I moved back here after years of city living. The house is set in a big yard surrounded by woods and fields. My 80-year old father remembers when this place had working pastures and a big apple orchard. There are still old apple trees on a path to the wood and you can hear the deer out there on summer nights. Wild turkeys, songbirds, bald eagles, coyotes and deer are a few of the wildlife characters that share our space.
It's October 31st, Hallowe'en, and we've just had our first hard frost. After a lovely Indian summer, autumn has arrived and I have to finish putting the garden to bed. At sunrise, the light shimmered through a faint mist, lighting sparkles on the silvered grass and frosted flowers. Chickadees darted back and forth from the apple trees and the woods while juncos nibbled away at dandelion puffs. A song sparrow strolled around on the shed roof. In a patch of sun warming the pine kitchen table, the cat made himself comfortable as a centrepiece until I shooed him off. Sometimes he looks so pretty and contented, black and white fur backlit by sunshine, I pretend not to see him there. He keeps me company all day while my son is at school. After years of lesson planning and research for homeschool, it seems funny not to have to plan curriculum and organize a school year.
I hope to renew rusty writing skills by doing this journal and welcome readers who enjoy nature and the quiet life to enjoy it with me.
It's October 31st, Hallowe'en, and we've just had our first hard frost. After a lovely Indian summer, autumn has arrived and I have to finish putting the garden to bed. At sunrise, the light shimmered through a faint mist, lighting sparkles on the silvered grass and frosted flowers. Chickadees darted back and forth from the apple trees and the woods while juncos nibbled away at dandelion puffs. A song sparrow strolled around on the shed roof. In a patch of sun warming the pine kitchen table, the cat made himself comfortable as a centrepiece until I shooed him off. Sometimes he looks so pretty and contented, black and white fur backlit by sunshine, I pretend not to see him there. He keeps me company all day while my son is at school. After years of lesson planning and research for homeschool, it seems funny not to have to plan curriculum and organize a school year.
I hope to renew rusty writing skills by doing this journal and welcome readers who enjoy nature and the quiet life to enjoy it with me.
