March 11, 2009

It's raining in Gloucester after having had the nerve to snow on Monday. This was a moment for David and me to look out the back door, watch the swirling white, and say, "Can you believe this?" Sunday it had been 60 degrees. I discovered this blog spot because I swept over here to read Susan Shie's new blog. She is one of my top favorite artists and her website, (www.turtlemoon.com) has cheered me considerably over the years especially in the dead of winter. Winter has not died here yet, but the birds are singing. Harry the squirrel started building her nest again in the tree in the back whose "head " was lopped off years ago by a local tree hating nut. The tree has had her revenge in a way since she once again leafs out beautifully. And she offers a penthouse home to Harry who I watch run back and forth with leaves in her mouth. She leaps onto the trunk of the tree and then into the chasm at the top. A few days ago she stopped by the deck, grabbed the empty white seed sock that had once held food for our House Sparrows, took it off its nail, stuffed it in her mouth and ran off with it. Maybe she'll stuff it with fluff for a pillow for the nest.