Six Word Saturday – May 9, 2020

Red roofs make maze…

…people-packed.

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Wordless Wednesday April 29, 2020

Six Word Saturday

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Wind worked wonders; stones stand silent.

Wordless Wednesday (April 22, 2020)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the Olden Days

Do you remember? This used to be normal. Only six months ago, we jostled against each other in crowds like this and thought nothing of it.

Last fall, my husband, our son, and I spent several weeks in central Europe, starting with a visit to the biggest temporary amusement park ever – Oktoberfest. It is, or it used to be, a place for crowds, and booths selling fun junk food, and crowds, and Ferris wheels plus every other ride you ever heard, of and crowds.

Also, various and assorted restaurants, and crowds, and big horses pulling big wagons loaded with big kegs full of beer for people to drink at the restaurants.

And crowds.

It was so normal. Yes, it was a special event, only a few weeks out of the whole year. But it was an event that had been going on for over two hundred years, and everybody who was there expected that it would happen again in 2020. And 2021. Now? Maybe it will happen.

Once this c*r*n*v*r*s is under control, we’ll have to figure out what “normal” is going to mean afterward. But right now, we just don’t know when or what normal is going to be.

Stay safe.

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Wordless Wednesday Bike

Such a strange Easter

Social distancing, we call it now. Everybody’s tired of it, and everybody’s putting up with it.

As recently as six weeks ago, we didn’t imagine “attending” the Easter morning service by sitting in the living room watching a laptop, following along with a bulletin downloaded from the internet and printed on a home printer.

And then there used to be Easter egg hunts for children, back in the olden days. Remember Easter egg hunts? They didn’t happen this year, so instead my town held a bear hunt…people were asked to put teddy bears someplace where they could be seen from the street so that parents could walk or drive around with their kids and try to spot the bears.

He’s a very very tiny bear, but he was the only one in the house. And I’ll never know whether or not anybody spotted him.

The birds are blooming, the flowers are singing…

,,,oh wait. I got that wrong, didn’t I?

Well, anyway, it’s spring, and all the spring things are happening.

And I’m finally posting again. I’ve been silent here a long time, but now I’m ready to start chattering at you and the rest of the world again.

And there are lots of flowers – not birds, flowers – blooming at the moment. Even my rosemary has some little blue flowers showing off how pretty they are against the needle-leaves.

Better yet, one of these months I’ll have peonies blooming again, with iris standing up stiff and straight behind the peony bush.

And tomorrow, weeks before the peonies and the iris are ready to start showing off, I should have more to say here. Hope you like it.

 

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Wordless Windowed Wednesday

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Bad day to be a bird

We’ve been having a nor’easter today in the Philadelphia area – lots of rain, lots of wind. There have been wind gusts between forty and fifty miles an hour near here, but that’s nothing. At Cape May – the little finger of land that sticks out of the southeast corner of New Jersey into the Atlantic – the gusts have been over sixty miles an hour. That’s not quite hurricane speed, but it’s plenty fast enough.

Branches and trees and power lines have blown down here and there. But that’s just the sort of thing that happens in a bad storm. No, the most dramatic sight of the day happened in my back yard (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).

This morning, our holly tree was full of robins feasting on bright red berries. Then came a stronger blast of wind, and one bird was blown sideways out of the tree! His left wing was canted uncomfortably upward while he began desperately flapping his right wing, struggling to get control – and all the while he was moving steadily sideways. I’ve never seen a bird’s face look panicky before.

There is a happy ending – the robin managed to get both wings moving and landed safely on the walk.