Turkey Time

I saw a troop of turkeys in a field on Winsor Avenue this morning. I guess they don't know what day it is, as they seemed pretty darn relaxed..... not me. It's pie time. And stuffing time. And turnip time.

Better Late...

It's late, but don't count on it being better. It's been awhile.... and a lot's happened. A Grand Adventure to the Southwest, a brief summer, weekend in SC. And Thanksgiving around the corner. I promise I'll post something meaningful soon.

Yay!

A sunny morning at last! The backyard wildlife is consuming seed and bread crusts, Tiffy is snoring after her morning combfest. I'm off to hunt-and-gather, and prep for a good dinner.

Moldering June

uggggghhhh. Not a clear day in 26 days. I'm surprised the populace has not gone over the edge. The garden is half-hearted at best. The green slime is spreading across the deck. The sheets are damp on the bed. None of this is out of the ordinary for South Carolinians, but Southern New Englanders are not used to this. Dreary. But hey, tomorrow is Saturday! Even if it's clousy it's my day to do as I please!

Yes, It's Heavy

That IS the 2004 World Series Trophy I am holding. I was working at the Red Sox Store on Yawkey Way today, and got to hold it as they were setting up for a fan-photo opp. It needed a good polishing, too.

Crazy, huh?

Bandit!

And all this time we thought the squirrels were eating all the peanuts. Last night, the lid of the Squirrel Lunch Box on the tree was banging continuously... we turned on the light, as most squirrels are tucked in their nests after dark. Sitting on the feeder was a raccoon. Young, I think, as it wasn't as fat as most. But nothing, not even the light or our comments aimed at him would deter him from the peanuts. He scooped every last peanut, and this morning the squirrels were bummed out. Guess we'll have to change the name of the feeder...

Saturday Morning Surprise

We were sitting on the deck this morning, around 8am, when the fox trotted up the path from the lake. I didn't move, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. Bob turned to see him, and the fox ran off into the woods. I'm sure he thought it was a business-as-usual weekday, quiet and routine. The last thing he was expecting was company on the deck. He thought he'd have free and easy access to the squirrel peanuts and pizza crust. Good thing Tiffy was inside; that would have been interesting. That is why I keep a close eye on HRH Tiffy. She's moving slow these days, and sometimes yowls and seems confused. Poor thing; she's 16, at least. She's had a wonderful life here at Casa Berg.

Rainy Sunday

This is what happens on a rainy afternoon. The lethargy was palpable. We did attempt 9 holes but the thunder, lightning and half-inch hail put a damper on things. The fairways turned to swamp! We had to leave the course when they closed it. Went home wet. So this is what you get when it's dreary outside and the tv bulb is burnt out... so are the people in the house!

Four Year Finale

Seems like just yesterday we were dropping her off at the infamous D-House for her freshman year. Today it was a sea of black mortarboards, but one smiling face stood out from where we were watching in the balcony. It was a long afternoon... well over 1,500 in the College of Arts & Sciences, and she was the 13th to the last grad to walk. There were few left to cheer, but we did, and with pride. Go forth and prosper!

Hallowed Ground

Whodathunkit? Never thought I would be standing on the infield at Fenway park, looking at a billboard that I wrote. I snagged a pinch of the crushed brick of the warning track, and saved it in a vial for posterity. If only Dave Moody could have seen this!

Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the hummingbirds is? They're here! Bob put up the feeder last weekend, and two days later, a hummingbird was getting a snoot-ful. April 27.

Out Foxed

I saw a blur running across the yard early one sunny morning last week. I ran to the window and it was a large, well-fed fox. He trotted across the yard, and sat down in the garden, on the crusty snow cover. He was gazing intently at the birds twittering in the bushes a few feet out of his reach. I say "him" because he seemed a little too big (dog-size) for a foxy lady. He relaxed enough to scratch behind his ear with a hind leg, and continued to "set a spell." After a few minutes he walked off into the woods. An unsuspecting Tiffy would be quite the meal bonanza for this guy... something to keep in mind when she ventures out again when the ice sheet withdraws. Here's a photo I call "Tiffy - the Later Years."

The not-so-empty canvas

Yesterday was a Snow Day. Stayed inside all day looking at the juncos. I did a quick practice painting, for the large canvas that is so intimidating. The practice is a copy/interpretation of a landscape from an artist I saw at Wickford last summer. Azure sky, golden fields, distant line of trees.... all those things we can't see because they are buried under a foot of fresh snow.

Sitting Shiver

That's Yiddish with a Rodilun accent.

yo mama it's cold out tonight. Should get down to 0 or below. Tiffy will be seeking body heat, for sure.

Just started twittering... read my tweets if you have insomnia. I promise, I don't have much going on!

Just finished a book called "The Last Secret of the Temple." Kind of a Dan Brown type thriller, follows a Great Secret from the destruction of the temple in 70 A.D. to the present day. I'll give it 4 stars. Jenny, I'll send it your way. You can send it to SC. I need a new book now. Guess I'll redeem that B+N gift card!

A January without Wings

The Patriots are NOT in the playoffs, so there are no buffalo wings on Sunday afternoons. No raucous noisy gatherings around the big screen. Go Titans and bring on spring training.

We await the first flakes of yet another snowstorm. Should be 10 inches on the ground by tomorrow mid day. It's only January 10 and we have had Enough Already. It's gray gray gray out there, and the only color in the yard is Fla and Mingo, and they're faded. Wow, I'm getting depressed reading this!

Returning from the Dark Side... Christmas was wonderful, with a house full of family and too much good food. We had 21 for dinner and everyone had a fine time. New Year's Eve was quiet, with a storm dumping 9 inches of snow and slush on us. Everyone is healthy and relatively happy.