I don’t know what it is about early Sunday mornings. It is always when I have gotten some of my best nature shots. I don’t know if it is because the world is a little more still, or just dumb luck.
That squirrel loves to sit on top of Buddha. Yet until this morning he never sat there long enough to get the shot.
Sunday mornings early have always been among my most favorite times to be in the garden. Today is wet and damp, so I am looking and taking photos from my windows.
Some of my bulbs are starting to emerge. But I do not know where all my snowdrops are just yet. I have planted so many over the past few years, yet have thus far disovered none.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
~William Wordsworth, “The Tables Turned,” 1798
Watching my birds, gazing over the garden in her winter structure is a very peaceful thing. It’s a great way to envision what you want to do when the weather warms up and I just love watching the birds and critters.
I was rewarded with actually being able to photograph one of the hawks.
Stay dry today! Thanks for stopping by.
You must not know too much, or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and water-craft; a certain free margin, and even vagueness – perhaps ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of these things… ~Walt Whitman, Specimen Days, “Birds – And a Caution”