Tuesday, November 12, 2019

The Last Of Fall?

It is to be in the teens tonight, and was 30 today. We broke records with the cold. Seems like we completely skipped fall and went straight from summer to winter. So here are maybe my last fall images. Here are some yards in the neighborhood.

This is downtown, looking down from up on the hill.

November comes
      And November goes,
      With the last red berries
      And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
      And dawn coming late,
      And ice in the bucket
      And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
      And the kettles sing,
      And earth sinks to rest
      Until next spring.

~Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893–1986)

Monday, November 11, 2019

The Bluebird

This mural took me by surprise.  It is rather unsettling. Any ideas on the meaning?

Sunday, November 10, 2019


These trees a few blocks away were just glowing! They were so luminous that it seemed they could glow in the dark.

It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.
 ~L.M. Montgomery

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Jesus & The Sparrow

Passing our only local Catholic Church, I looked up at Jesus.  This little bird had perched on him.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.”
Matthew 10