Or, in actuality, I went because I am reading The Lord of the Rings. But that has little to do with the rest of the post, mainly because the rest of the post is designed to make you jealous of my back yard. Through photographs.
Showing posts with label wildlife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wildlife. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
There and Back Again: A Short Girl's Tale, by Leonard.
Yesterday, in a fit of what I can only call madness, I decided to visit our creek. Not that it's actually our creek, not really; it winds its way through at least three different properties besides ours.
Or, in actuality, I went because I am reading The Lord of the Rings. But that has little to do with the rest of the post, mainly because the rest of the post is designed to make you jealous of my back yard. Through photographs.
Or, in actuality, I went because I am reading The Lord of the Rings. But that has little to do with the rest of the post, mainly because the rest of the post is designed to make you jealous of my back yard. Through photographs.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
They look like happy cacti
Since I woke up this morning (round 7:30) it has been snowing. And not like a little drizzle of snow. Or flurry. Whatever.
For the past twelve hours I have seen my feet and then ankles disappear beneath the flakes. My shins were slowly taken over by frozen water. My sock monkey hat did nothing to protect me from the wet downpour, for that's what it was. I became a wildlife expert, tracking the footprints of the various wildlife that lives here. I trudged through the blizzard and went to class, all the same.
On my way to piano I spotted some birds hopping on the ground as they are wont to do. I scared them away and looked down to see if they had left footprints on the light dusting of snow that had been left since the last brave person had crossed this sidewalk.
I think this discovery was the highlight of my day.
For the past twelve hours I have seen my feet and then ankles disappear beneath the flakes. My shins were slowly taken over by frozen water. My sock monkey hat did nothing to protect me from the wet downpour, for that's what it was. I became a wildlife expert, tracking the footprints of the various wildlife that lives here. I trudged through the blizzard and went to class, all the same.
On my way to piano I spotted some birds hopping on the ground as they are wont to do. I scared them away and looked down to see if they had left footprints on the light dusting of snow that had been left since the last brave person had crossed this sidewalk.
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| These footprints make me happy |
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