Day Three 2011

Caught Buddy Cat in a snooze on the deck as he soaked up some rays on this blue sky January day.

Day Two 2011

"Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire." ~~ Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths

For better or for worse, I am a collector. Not a hoarder. There is a vast difference, I think. I've always liked clocks and clock faces, especially old ones, so I'm drawn to those whenever I see them, usually at the flea market. These are the few I've picked up of late. I only like the ones with Arabic numerals. Roman numerals drive me crazy for some crazy reason. I'm not sure yet how I'll end up using them. That is the sad thing about collections. They sit and wait, in vain mostly. Someday, if I end up with a dozen of them, I might make a cool clock out of them. Stay tuned.

Day One 2011

"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." - Edith Sitwell

If you're a southerner, you might serve up a plate of black-eyed peas and hog's jowl for supper on New Year's Day--for luck in the new year, "they" say. Instead, I cooked a pot of spaghetti sauce using my dad's awesome recipe. I'm not counting on it to bring me any luck. But it sure did taste great on a pile of spaghetti noodles.

Day Three Hundred Sixty Five 2010

~~Goodbye, 2010!~~Happy New Year!~~

The book is closed, the year is done,

The pages full of tasks begun.

A little joy, a little care,

Along with dreams, are written there.

This new day brings another year,

Renewing hope, dispelling fear.

And we may find before the end,

A deep content, another friend. ~~ Arch Ward

Day Three Hundred Sixty Four 2010

Does anyone know what kind of bird this is? He sure does love him some peanut butter. Some other critter--squirrel or raccoon I'm guessing--tore down one of the other bird feeders and literally carried it off somewhere. I haven't been able to find it, so I'm thinking raccoon. Apparently it never learned how to share.

FYI: my nature-loving sister Ann researched the bird in this picture. It is a Downy Woodpecker. Mystery solved! Thanks, Ann!