When I was much, much younger and visited my Grandmother, we would often take a walk to the downtown, from her house. She had bills to pay and gossip to collect from the local drugstore.
It wasn't far of a walk, perhaps a mile and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
My grandmother on the other hand, kept complaining that I looked down to much. That I should walk with my head up, looking around me. She had a point. I, on the other hand found some many objects that I could put in my pocket for examination later. An old wasps nest, piece of run over paper, bottle caps, interesting twig that could be made into a stick figure and so on.
With my camera I tend to look ALL AROUND me now as I take a walk. I was out with Murphy, this morning, in the yard, marveling at all the bird song. Three days ago, hardly anything. I was still playing my CD, of bird song, inside the house. Now, all I have to do is go outside and listen.
I just love it. For people that live in a climate that is warmer and always have bird song, let me tell you that the lack of bird song, in winter, is depressing.
I was checking the status of the amount of snow, left in the yard, to melt, when I glanced up at a tree at the edge of the upper woods. That looked a lot like a Baltimore Oriole nest to me.
I went inside and did a Google search and found what looks very similar.
Since we have had Baltimore Oriole's in the yard for the past four years I was hoping to see more nests. I guess this is the only one that has survived the winter winds.
A dear has scraped the bark off of a large center limb of my Lilac bush. I used to paint those damaged areas but the last Wisconsin Gardner show I watched recommended that you do nothing to it. It will heal itself or not. Kind of iffy advise. I really don't want to lose the bush but on the other hand they really are hard to kill off.
Murphy and I need to take a drive to the market. I hope you all are doing lots of creative things.