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Chukar of Bluster
Feb. 19th, 2019 09:39 pmYesterday, we had to shovel everything again once we recovered from trip trauma. But the snow that had been so horrendous to drive through was light and fluffy as it lay on the ground, and sparkled with deceptive charm and harmlessness under the light of the first visible sun in days. We haven't had very many of those sparkly snow days this year, and I enjoyed it.
And then at night, the full moon rose in a clear sky, and lit up the whole snow-shrouded landscape with a marvelous pale glow, silhouetting the trees and casting their sharp, dark shadows on the snow like bold black ink calligraphy on crisp pristine paper. Tonight at sunset, the sky was still clear, and the hidden moon, just below the horizon, painted everything in Maxfield Parrish colors. The full moon also means we've moved from the phase of Sleet to the phase of Bluster on my EcoCalendar, and that always makes me feel relieved, even though nothing has changed in the frozen wastes outside.
Today I had therapy plus a haircut and coloring, which all together takes about two hours. I'm on very friendly terms with my stylist now, so we exchanged tales of the craziness of both our families at this time in our lives. We both are the Sane Ones in our particular constellations of madness--or at least we think we are, and assure each other of this in a companionable folie a deux. However, three hours of talking is a fork ton of extroverting, and made me feel as if I'd been working hard even though I was just sitting around!
I Heard a Bird Sing
by Oliver Herford
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
February doesn't rhyme with much of anything, but it's the same principle. And the birds are starting to chirp more cheerily as they flock to the bird feeder.
And then at night, the full moon rose in a clear sky, and lit up the whole snow-shrouded landscape with a marvelous pale glow, silhouetting the trees and casting their sharp, dark shadows on the snow like bold black ink calligraphy on crisp pristine paper. Tonight at sunset, the sky was still clear, and the hidden moon, just below the horizon, painted everything in Maxfield Parrish colors. The full moon also means we've moved from the phase of Sleet to the phase of Bluster on my EcoCalendar, and that always makes me feel relieved, even though nothing has changed in the frozen wastes outside.
Today I had therapy plus a haircut and coloring, which all together takes about two hours. I'm on very friendly terms with my stylist now, so we exchanged tales of the craziness of both our families at this time in our lives. We both are the Sane Ones in our particular constellations of madness--or at least we think we are, and assure each other of this in a companionable folie a deux. However, three hours of talking is a fork ton of extroverting, and made me feel as if I'd been working hard even though I was just sitting around!
I Heard a Bird Sing
by Oliver Herford
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
February doesn't rhyme with much of anything, but it's the same principle. And the birds are starting to chirp more cheerily as they flock to the bird feeder.
