Waiting for spring, our hibiscus plants lean against the window and practice blooming. The bougainvillea is doing the best it can to show some color now and then. Even the dormant orchids in the window are beginning to anticipate the return of more reliable sun.
In the yards around Goose Lake, geese are pairing off and wandering alone like shy teens on first dates. The crows own the patio. Might as well play there. No one else is using it yet.
Got everything put away and finished the leftovers? Right. Same here. But it was all worth it and now I’ve packed up the last ho-ho-ho until next year.
If you have followed my blog very long you know I live on a lake that I’ve dubbed Goose Lake and never tire of looking out the window at the constant mix of wildlife that comes and goes in easy view.
Two weeks ago a trumpeter swan paused for a few hours before moving on with its migration. Three days ago about seventy Canadian geese took over our front yard as well as the neighbors’ yards.
This morning I watched a young adult squirrel scratching for food in a flower planter outside the hallway windows.
This is one of four youngsters, no doubt siblings, who have been entertaining us as they dash up and down tree trunks, leap from limb to limb, pause and plunge through space from one tree to the next, and cavort all over the yard showing off their speed and cleverness, much as I did when I was a young squirrel.
During the Christmas rush, I’m sure I’ve missed opportunities to watch other happenings around Goose Lake. Now I hope to start doing better.
I took this picture yesterday. Last night it frosted. Thanks for the memories.
Fall food for thought.
We ate by the lake the other night. After dark groups of noisy geese kept returning from daytime activities in the area. Good food. A fine evening shared with the namesakes of Goose Lake. Just about perfect.