Life of Birds

The trees are starting to bud. The birds are singing. Spring is on it's way.  I work in the garden, sip iced tea and read books. After working so hard for so many years I have to remind myself that it's okay for me to now live a life of leisure.

Snow!

The day it snowed I went outside and shoveled a path to the bird feeder. Since it was below freezing the snow was still powder so it wasn't heavy.  It was deep! I threw a handful of seed out for the squirrels. They must have thought they were on an Alaskan cruise looking at glaciers. 

The next day the snow was all crusty. It was funny to watch the birds and squirrels bounce across the top of the piles.

 

Every once in a while, I get out of my rut. My rut is the comfort zone where I am comfortable. It's my rut because I made it doing what I want to do. Mine has veered very little in the 10 years since I retired. Everyone should have a rut of their own. 

This was a Monet exhibit at the oceanfront. Dark, soft music, moving images, and very relaxing. No excitement, rush of adrenaline, or noise. Just the kind of place/thing that makes me smile.