Walking Hot and Cold

To the left of us it looked like a warm summery sunrise.

But looking left over the basin it's obviously wintry cool.

Cracked ice covers the tidal grasses in rounded mounds.

(Ha, there was a printed cotton in the 90's we used to call 'cracked ice'.)

(I used it a lot.)

Back to the sewing machine today.

Scratched and Wrapped

Two weeks into a new scratching

and the rolling around a stick has to begin

The sun came out but not strong enough to melt the mountains of snow 

Finally a day at the sewing machine.

A deadline is fast approaching

so I resort to the machine.

Wednesday...a day of row upon row of straight stitch.

Thursday was spent zigzagging over and over.

Friday we travelled up the valley to the eye doctor

then returned for the evening showing of 'Life of Pi'.

We get such good movies in our small community thanks to the hard work of volunteers.

Woodpeckers are getting fat on my suet balls!

I'm very fond of a higgledy-piggledy blanket stitch.

Dancing for his Breakfast

The pheasant comes every morning 

and ruffles his feathers

Digs for seeds 

on snowy ground covered in bits and pieces blown from trees

in the windy days we are having

He struts about

and when he's had his fill

he saunters off back to the woods.

Meanwhile a mourning dove watches

from a tree's protective arbour.

The Cardinal and the Squirrel

The cardinal found the seeds on the old tree stump first

But the squirrel soon chased him away

The cardinal decided to explore lower ground

but as you can see

the squirrel decided to follow.

No peace for the timid cardinal!

Snow Walking

Silently the snow keeps falling

The rusty pups and us are the only fools

trying to walk in deep virgin snow

I don't think we made it half way up.

Should find my snowshoes

Wonder what this tree lived through.

Windswept and Snowbound Scratchings

Boy oh boy, what a windy snowy week it's been.

Lots of time indoors to start a new scratched scroll.

Year of the water snake

The wind howled through the trees and around the house.

The old dead tree that the heron used sit atop has broken in two.

We trudged up the mountain on virgin snow.

Boy is that hard work!

The pheasant comes for breakfast every day

It is so strange coming out of our small grocery store

and seeing the biggest eagle

perched on the skinniest branches atop a tree.

Snow, snow and more snow!

Might use up all my white thread soon.

Little Things That Brighten Up A Winter's Day

 

Red beauty brightening up a winter's day

 



 

Knowing there was a storm coming

 



he munched on sunflower seeds most of the afternoon

 



 

and the chickadees darted from feeder to bush

tapping at sunflower shells until they released their fleshy seeds.