February 27, 2010

Chalkboard sign at a local pub, The Salt Hill Pub.  Read that first line very carefully...  I wonder.  Is that a misspelling in the first line or do they really mean it?

February 26, 2010

I suppose every couple has "their" private joke.  Mine and Earl's is a family of rubber duckies.  There's a long story that goes with it, but the outcome is that from time to time, one or more of the rubber duckies is hidden for the other to find in the most unlikely places, such as this coffee basket.  A second was in with the mugs, and a third was in the microwave.  The remainder of the family sat on their shelf, wondering where everyone else went to.

February 24, 2010

A heavy snowfall covers our boulder boundary marker, a flowering tree of unknown-to-me species, and my meditation bell in a blue-white morning.

February 21, 2010

A phone call and a guarded prognosis for our Mom.

February 20, 2010

Earl spotted this opossum in our back yard this morning, drinking the water that we pump up from our wet  cellar and eating the snow.  I can't tell you the last time I saw one of these; I didn't know they were this far north.