This week I have had the pleasure of spending a great deal of time in my favourite place. The veranda.
Today is no exception. It has been a particularly good veranda day, because a Steller's Jay dropped a feather, so I am wearing it in my lapel (it is a fabulous blue, and obviously therefore goes with my eyes - who needs a Rolls Royce?). Someone else dropped by and gave me not one, but two, of the best muffins in the universe (excuse to get up and make yet another cup of tea) and I have been watching the wildlife drift by, which is very relaxing. It's like the effect a fish tank has before you have teeth pulled at the dentist, only many times nicer, and no blood is involved.
So maybe not like the dentist's waiting room after all? - Ed
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There was a pause while someone else came to tell me that there were three young raccoons in a trash shed. I tried to get a photo, but they stayed huddled at the back. My friend had taken a lovely photo of a stripey face staring straight to camera. I am jealous!
The only minor upset today is that I have taken time to position my chair, the table and the chair I put my feet on, in exactly the right combo to achieve maximum comfort. My cup of tea is placed where the least movement is required to lift it to my lips. I do not want want to have to move. Unfortunately, the extremely tall Douglas Fir I am sitting under has decided to release lots of leaf litter, and it is snowing dead stuff. My tea is in danger of being polluted. Help! I think I will have to move. Hmph.
Apart from deer, raccoons, Steller's Jays, American Robins and little sparrowy things scuffling away on the ground, bringing up puffs of dirt, I can see my favourites, the dragon flies.
The dragon flies are chunky, confident, and the most wonderful iridescent blue. If I could 'mind meld' (ancient Star Trek fans are with me here), I am sure I would find them thinking, 'Hey, wow man, hey, I'm a Californian dragon fly. Hey, wow, I'm the best ....' as if high on waccy baccy. Perhaps they are all controlled by mind melding, tripping hippies. That's why they zig zag around, without really going anywhere.....
The butterflies are more innocent, fluttering around, stalling their flight occasionally, dropping down to look at something, then fluttering back up. They are rather skittish and silly, and probably think skittish and silly thoughts, with a lot of giggling.
Right, I'm off to try to photograph those raccoons for you!
Today is no exception. It has been a particularly good veranda day, because a Steller's Jay dropped a feather, so I am wearing it in my lapel (it is a fabulous blue, and obviously therefore goes with my eyes - who needs a Rolls Royce?). Someone else dropped by and gave me not one, but two, of the best muffins in the universe (excuse to get up and make yet another cup of tea) and I have been watching the wildlife drift by, which is very relaxing. It's like the effect a fish tank has before you have teeth pulled at the dentist, only many times nicer, and no blood is involved.
So maybe not like the dentist's waiting room after all? - Ed
....................
There was a pause while someone else came to tell me that there were three young raccoons in a trash shed. I tried to get a photo, but they stayed huddled at the back. My friend had taken a lovely photo of a stripey face staring straight to camera. I am jealous!
The only minor upset today is that I have taken time to position my chair, the table and the chair I put my feet on, in exactly the right combo to achieve maximum comfort. My cup of tea is placed where the least movement is required to lift it to my lips. I do not want want to have to move. Unfortunately, the extremely tall Douglas Fir I am sitting under has decided to release lots of leaf litter, and it is snowing dead stuff. My tea is in danger of being polluted. Help! I think I will have to move. Hmph.
Apart from deer, raccoons, Steller's Jays, American Robins and little sparrowy things scuffling away on the ground, bringing up puffs of dirt, I can see my favourites, the dragon flies.
The dragon flies are chunky, confident, and the most wonderful iridescent blue. If I could 'mind meld' (ancient Star Trek fans are with me here), I am sure I would find them thinking, 'Hey, wow man, hey, I'm a Californian dragon fly. Hey, wow, I'm the best ....' as if high on waccy baccy. Perhaps they are all controlled by mind melding, tripping hippies. That's why they zig zag around, without really going anywhere.....
The butterflies are more innocent, fluttering around, stalling their flight occasionally, dropping down to look at something, then fluttering back up. They are rather skittish and silly, and probably think skittish and silly thoughts, with a lot of giggling.
Right, I'm off to try to photograph those raccoons for you!
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