23 and clear at dawn, but a little snowfall overnight turned everything white again. A beautiful morning! The woodpeckers must be courting as there is much noise from them in the mornings--or maybe they're just establishing territory? Here's one of our loud visitors.
Elinor Wylie's wintry poem speaks well of how we humans also line our nests in winter:
Winter Sleep by Elinor Wylie
Just as the spiniest chestnut-burr
Is lined within with the finest fur,
So the stoney-walled, snow-roofed house
Of every squirrel and mole and mouse
Is lined with thistledown, sea-gull’s feather,
Velvet mullein-leaf, heaped together
With balsam and juniper, dry and curled,
Sweeter than anything else in the world.
This morning, a slight tinge of pink in the east...
And sun creeping across the hills in the west.
In the house, the view from the bedroom window is comfy--nice and warm inside, whiteness outside.
I found this little oil painting a few months ago. It's perfect for this time of year. It's signed J. Heuk or Helk, but I cannot find anything about this artist online. Maybe one of you knows who he/she is?
Today is more tax work--I cannot make myself stick with it more than an hour at a time--then pricing things for our booths, and maybe I will finally finish the little table I started the other week. I thought I would finish it yesterday but found some loose veneer that needed to be glued back in place. So now I think it's ready.
I am looking for a good biography/autobiography to read, preferably a diary. Any suggestions?I find that I really enjoy reading the real-life stories in journals and diaries. Maybe it's the storyteller in me, or is it a fairly common interest?
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