Memory

Memory is a funny thing. What was a moment of reflection becomes a reflection of a reflection.

Seasons pass and come again blurring into one.

A season that never came.

A season that never left.

Places you’ve been seem close yet far and never how they are.

Yes, memory is a quite peculiar thing.

Surrender

In that ever uneasy moment of surrender a Red Squirrel forests to scold us for walking near her tree, the tree where the bird feeder hangs, while I forget to chase her away.

Perhaps our truce will continue into the spring ass who has time to quarrel when the sky is so blue.

Early Riser

We usually don’t see Chippie up this early in the spring. However with the snow rapidly receding and the temperatures somewhat above average Chippie, two in fact, have decided it was time to get busy and awake from a winter in their dens.

Last we we noticed two Chipmunks darting and foraging non-stop even though the grass is still very brown and many parts of the landscape are still covered in a blanket of snow. This guy found a few morsels under the bird feeder where a selective Red-Breasted Nuthatch had discarded a few seeds onto the ground.