It was a quiet weekend. I stayed home, cleaned, and sorted through stacks of "rubble". I learned, that in spite of often feeling like I can't catch up, I really can if given the time and space. There is still a long way to go if I want to sort through all the "junk" we've collected, but you won't be seeing us on the next episode of "Hoarders" anytime soon. (Please don't be disappointed.)
Last week, long before the cold and snow descended on the northeast, I filled my little bird feeder with seeds. It went untouched for many days and I thought perhaps all of my summer bird friends had moved on, but when the storm moved in, so did the little birds. They've been very happy with my meager offering. I haven't see any cardinals yet, and the bluejays haven't been back, but these (I can't see them very well... are they chickadees?) little birds are fun to watch even if they don't have bright colors.
My Favorite Day.
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