Foxey a few months ago. It's crazy isn't it? Do you know that something like 40% of men who are in relationships view on-line pornography on a regular basis? Sad.
But this is not a breast tree, no, it is a bird tree. When I gaze out the window each morning, washing the coffee pot, doing my morning thing, there are on average 10-12 birds, mainly titmice but also juncos and chickadees, sitting in the branches of this tree. It's hard to tell in the picture above, but look here and you can see three juncos. I guess they feel safe among the curving branches.
The weather is loopy, one day cold and rainy, the next warm and sunny, then somewhere in between.
Yesterday was a warm sunny one. I went for a long walk just soaking up the sunshine and checking out the woods. The creeks are way up thanks to much rain. The first trout lily flowers were showing their yellow and dusky pink petals down in the warmest most protected stream bottoms. I sat on the bridge over Tilley's Branch for a long while, listening to the sound of the water flowing, watching the foam and bubbles, small and large, flowing by, merging together, piling up against a jutting out rock or stick, circling together in small eddies, small bubbles swirling round and coming together to form a larger one in the center that would eventually pop and then the process begin again. Little blobs of foam rushing over the tiny falls. The play of light, on the rocky, mossy creek bottom and also, reflecting up and dancing on the stream bank and overhanging tree branches.
It is an impossible push and pull, this life, the musts and the shoulds constantly bumping up against the wants and needs. All I can do is try and enjoy some piece of every day and make the most of every minute I guess, be Zen, be mindful, enjoy the dish washing and the wood hauling with as much pleasure and purpose as I do the woods walking and eating, make it all part of a practice of living life fully and thoughtfully. Oh that sounds so preachy and highfalutin, but I believe it is something to strive for.