OK, so I got distracted by Civil War veterans and forgot to press “Publish.” Here you go. Keep in mind that “today” is Sunday and “yesterday” is Saturday and . . . well. You get the idea.
Arts and the environment:
I rely on my daily poem from Writer’s Almanac the way I rely on coffee and the day’s Record-Eagle. When I read this morning’s offering by Hayden Carruth I thought of Tootlepedal at once and started to send him an email about the poem. Then I thought, well, why not just do a post? and here we are. I recommend you read the poem. You won’t be sorry. Then go see what the chaffinches are up to in the Borderlands. It will do you a world of good.
Your weather report:
The whiteout continues. Walks with Miss Sadie and the Cowboy tend to be brisk, without a lot of lollygagging around taking photos. This was the view yesterday from one of our favorite spots. Looks like a person could just walk straight into eternity, doesn’t it? Not a very attractive eternity, though.
Clearly this is a favorite spot for better reasons. It showed to good advantage in April, 2012. I’m sure I took other photos there too, but I can’t find them and I’m tired of rummaging around looking for things. Gloves, leashes, glasses, keys . . .
And from the Duo:
Miss Sadie is having no truck with playing outdoors this morning. She is napping on the couch. The Cowboy, though, has a warm fur coat and is always ready to go.