Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for the beach.
Your writing kills me. But, I expect your hummingbird is more eager for my death. Eep! Teeny, tiny tyrant. Looking at a few shots I got recently, they do seem a bit hostile-glare-y.Please continue the fabulousness.And WHY are you not getting snow this year? Is this freakish? Aren't you WAY, WAY up there?
Hi bb. Up until a decade or so ago winter Anna's were a thrill. Now they're just here, along with the lack of snow. The winters in the 90s I spent in Berkeley were colder than the winters up here now. I shoveled the sidewalk once this year, in December. I didn't need to, half-inch, knew it would melt before dinner. As a displaced easterner I had to go do it, desperately trying to reconnect to real winter. Reality seems to be that here it's over.
Well, I've never thought about that before. It IS a good thing those little Napoleons are as small as they are... One was torqued off with me the other day for walking past the tree it was sitting in. I thought it was cute; now I realize it was ferocious in an itty bitty way.
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