It may be corny to invoke Thoreau, but that bit about the road less traveled is right on.
Having the house to myself, I did a butt-load of laundry and cleaning and tossing, then rewarded myself myself with a brisk walk.
Instead of heading out to a birdy area, I wanted to just walk. And I have been getting bored with my usual haunts. I decided to try out a new park.
Bass Island is just a bit down the way from Armleder. There were two choices...a nice, even, paved trail along a golf course or a gravelly, mud-filled path through the woods. You can guess which one I chose.
The term "Bass Island" should be taken lightly...this slightly raised bit of dirt is only an island when the Little Miami is almost flooded.
NO birds to speak of, really. But a lot of moths. MOTHS. In JANUARY. (It got to 60 degrees today). It was cute at first, but every corner I turned there were more and more. It became creepy.
May I show you a neat Christmas gift I received from Swami and Swamette?
An owl throw blanket.
It's too nice to put on our couch (due to cats, dogs and kids) so I hung it on the wall, like a tapestry.
So now, we can eat dinner while being disapproved of by owls.
Hmmmm...the screech owl is as big as the GHO and Snowy. A screech owl on steroids?
Hmmmm...the great gray owl is smaller than the short-eared and the hawk owl? What color is the sky in this world?
Seriously, though....I love this blanket.
I snuck around the corner tonight to get this video of Isabelle. It's not like she is doing anything wrong or weird...she was painting. But she had the music turned up and she was in a zone.
I wonder if I can send her to Julie for a few years to learn about watercolor?
To end the weekend with a bang, here's a message from Queen:
Let's get this party STARTED!!!!!!