Like so many other people this year – I have had a few bouts of the flu – which left me uncharacteristically devoid of energy for quite a long period of time. So I lived in my pyjamas … of which I have a few sets, which include a lime green Sponge Bob Squarepants (I think these are my favourites!!).
While the frigid winds took over the city, the snow made a few visits and the rains poured down, there I was, all cuddled up in my favourite faux-quilts, alternating between bouts of coughing, sleeping, drinking more water than I have ever drank in my life and wondering when I would be back to my normal over-active life!
Dreaming away of how I would change things in the garden .. move this, dig that etc.
Well, it finally happened …the flu worked through its course and I am once again feeling some of my normal energy … enjoying walks and watching the birds of all types.
Spent some time outside – just being still and watching a Bewick Wren .. 2 different days .. wonder if this is the baby from last year? I don’t know enough about their habits so must look up that information.
One day the Wren appeared quite suddenly, a few feet away from where I was standing in the front yard. He hopped around one our lilac bushes, just a few feet away from me .. flitting from branch to branch, pulling away mossy bits .. perhaps digging out some insects. Then he went to the ground and pecked away .. back to the branch, a little stroll on the fence and then away to another yard.
The second time I was in the back yard, replenishing some bird suet when I saw him again!! He (she??) seemed to accept my presence and so I just stayed and watched him for a precious few minutes.
Both times I didn’t have my camera and then I wondered .. is it a coincidence that I don’t see these shy little birds when I have my camera with me? Of course, I don’t need to take photos of all the birds in my yard but I do like the happy memories when I’m looking through my camera at the end of the day. So much happens in the yard and I don’t keep track of everything nor would I ever want to.
So I’m back to being my active self. Exercising. Clogging, working on my German language skills and practicing my fiddle. Binge watching Acorn & Netflix (when I find interesting series) and playing away with my beads.
Currently I’m having lots of creative fun making chained beaded links – a very absorbing art form and I love playing around with the many ideas that keep popping up.
Loving life .. ever thankful and appreciating the happiness and joy that comes from pursuing interests that I love.
Just a few words to keep up my positive thoughts on my most interesting and magical garden world.
So maybe tomorrow I’ll bring that camera outside with me when I wander the yard, replenishing the bird feeders. Who knows . . perhaps that little Bewick will come by to visit where I am .. that would be lovely.
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Walking along one section of the gravelly beach areas, more logs have been tossed into a pile. Magnificent to see the waves splashing up and over any barriers in their way. Can’t stop the power of a wave.
There are a number of stairways leading to the beach areas. The wooden steps were a tad slippery, so it was good to have sturdy rails to hang onto, to catch one’s step.
After a cloudy start to the morning, the skies soon cleared and there was beautiful sky art overhead to brighten up our little world. Seagulls happily flying overhead. Watching their side-slips and swift turns made me long for the summer and high flights in the glider. Just a few more months and then that will happen, oh great joy!
Yummy .. yummy … kelp! Good for forming baskets (keep them out of the rain, haha) or chopping up for the garden. My pal D and I will go seeking seaweed in the new year. Lovely for the garden!! Adding zillions of minerals to the soil.
A couple of seagulls taking a bit of a rest between flights. Checking out the weather conditions and where is Charlie anyway? He promised to join us here! Lots of logs making their way to the beach area.
Another set of stairs, the wood looking lovely and weathered by the salty air.

























