Before it freezes again…

Much to the surprise of friends and family alike, we cheerfully escorted Emily to the airport last week and with goodbye hugs and kisses let her fly off to Washington DC – for four days and nights without us.
Sure, I stepped up my prayers a notch or two or three, but goodness…we had no doubts that she would make wise decisions. Remember Rwanda? Because of a scheduling oversight, all the other ladies on the team flew out of Rwanda together a day before Emily, leaving her behind with a handful of men on the team for one night in Rwanda and another night in Amsterdam by herself. The frequency and intensity of my prayers were raised multiple notches that trip, but if Emily could handle that scenario with maturity and grace, then surely she could fly just up the east coast without us. And so she did.
Rosemary Barnes, granddaughter of Dr. R.A. Torrey, recently spoke on “hope” at a winter retreat for the ladies in our community. Women from several local churches led praise and worship, sang, danced and conducted workshops on a variety of topics. The church that planned and sponsored the event offered hospitality par excellence – from the floral decorations to the fabulous quiche brunch. It was a joy to be in fellowship and to worship in unity with many Christian women from our little community that I have come to know and love over the twenty years we have been living on Pollywog Creek.

The painted buntings have been spectacular this winter – coming to the feeders 3 males and 3 greens at a time.

Gavin spent the afternoon with me yesterday. We watched the buntings and cardinals and bluejays from the porch, and glanced through the bird books I keep within his easy reach. Gavin loves to help me fill the feeders and appears just as interested in the birds as I am.

Three year old boys can be so cute. At dinner, Kristin asked him what he was doing when he kept turning around in his chair. “I’m looking for something. I can’t see them,” he answered.

See what, Gavin?

The birds. I can’t see the birds.

Gavin is likely to always associate me with birds (remember this) – a legacy I never could have imagined even five years ago. I suppose there are worse things. I’m blaming the painted buntings.

We had a squirrel crisis yesterday while Gavin was here. One of the gray squirrels, who prefers to eat from the bird feeders rather than the very same feed plus peanuts that I leave out in a dish for all the squirrels, managed to get his back leg caught in heavy wire while sliding down to one of the feeders. He twisted and turned and gnawed at the wire in an attempt to free himself, but nothing seemed to work. There didn’t appear to be any way that we could safely help him either. Emily’s thoughts were “if he got his leg in, then he can get his leg out“. At first, he growled at Emily when she approached for a closer look, but then he hung from the wire and whimpered. About the time I thought we might have to put the poor thing out of his misery, he managed to break free.

Maybe now he’ll eat out of the dish. Some of us just seem to learn things the hard way.

When Louis asked this morning what my plans were for the day, I told him I intended to begin spring cleaning. He wisely advised me to wait a couple of weeks. The pine pollen is the thickest we’ve seen in years, and efforts to remove the layer of yellow dust from every horizontal surface is a never ending task.

There’s a little yellow flower growing between the pine trees by the shed.” Louis informed me a little later.

Having abandoned any thoughts of spring cleaning, I headed outside with the camera, in search of the little yellow flower.

Yellow flowers, white flowers, pink flowers, purple flowers, two black snakes…and dozens of photographs later I was grateful for the gritty pollen dust that put spring cleaning on hold and the little yellow flower that inspired me to explore…before it freezes again.

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8 Responses to “Before it freezes again…”

  1. I come to Pollywog Creek and just wallow in your color and light that we're missing so much right now! Love the beautiful little face in the heart….THAT is the best. Are blue jays really as ornery as I read about? Or is that a terrible story that wrens spread, trying to make them look bad?

  2. I love your pretty pictures, and I enjoyed your post. My friends enjoyed your Creation post. Love,Cathy

  3. This is a delightful place to visit.Your photography is superb,all the colors so vibrant.The joy of the Lord is evident in each post. Blessings,Ruth

  4. Poor squirrel! I'm glad he was able to free himself. I think if I ever saw a snake in my yard I might just drop my camera and run! It looks like you were close enough to get a macro shot!

  5. Spectacular photos, as always! My goodness, you're amazing.

  6. What beautiful birds!!! I'm so sorry about the squirrel – I would have been a basket case – but so glad he got out. I think I'd lose that feeder, lol!LOVE the pic of Gavin in the heart. And so glad Emily got there safely.

  7. Raising another generation of birdwatchers. I love it!When Wonder Boy was about that age, he called the Hummingbirds: Bee Birds.We still call them that to this day.I've been out walking this week and had some breathing problems. Nothing is blooming. I was going to blame it on leaf mold since this winter has been so wet. But perhaps it is Pine Pollen. Just when it gets a little warm and I can go out and play, the pollen starts. I'll just use my inhaler and keep going.Mama Bear

  8. Mary, the Blue Jays most certainly are ornery and LOUD…but their pattern and shades of blue is stunning, don't you think? When the BJs come to the feeders, the other birds move away.Cathy, you are very sweet. Thank you so much for the link…Creation truly does sing.Ruth, thank you. I'm so happy to know that you see the Lord in every photo, for it truly is all His.Robin, the two black snacks I saw yesterday were out in the pasture, but they just as easily could have been closer to the house. I am not fond of snakes, just ask Louis, but I'd rather have harmless black snakes than mice or rats. If I walk slowly toward the snakes, I was able to get about 6 feet away, zoom in and use the macro setting. Any closer and the snakes would quickly slither away.Jeanne, you are too kind. You know it doesn't have anything to do with me. =)Allie, the squirrel was caught in the wire, not the feeder. Funny thing is that not one single squirrel tried to eat from the bird feeder today. The word must have gotten out! Mama Bear, "bee birds"..that is so cute. The pine pollen has been awful here. I think that is why I have had a bit of a headache every day for almost a week. I'm so sorry you are so allergic. Be careful, ok?

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