morning sit.
Little Red and Big Gray sprinting from the feeder upon my opening of the slider, reminding me to be awake and aware each time i enter the outdoors.
jays calling across the yards to one another. mourning doves, paired up in our bare birch, cooing. goldfinches are remembering their songs. woodpecker drumming for food. someone else i didn't recognize.
little gray insects, all climbing slowly upward on the pine as i sat.
the needles of the pines are green-blue, not the deep forest green that i think of them as being. one tree holds green-yellow needles; is it another type of pine, or a sickly tree?
no drips from the roof, the snow held my weight for most of my steps, but it's warm enough that the rhododendron leaves are open in front of our house.
this is a still day, waiting for the new storm to come.
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