Time waits for no man, or woman!

It pushes forward, whether I’m ready for it to do so or not. Case in point–tomorrow is the end of February and I’ve yet to accomplish the tasks I planned for December. Sigh.

Alice in wonderland Rabbit

One such task I wanted to accomplish was to blog more often. HA! Not only didn’t I blog more, I blogged less. Did you even realize I’ve been gone? Was I missed? Is anybody out there?

songbirds-morning dove

Morning Dove sleeping in the late winter sunshine. I took a lot of naps over the past two months as well.

About a month ago, I had to do a little cleaning up. It was right after a snow storm. Another duck bit the dust, or as Chris said, ‘That duck is f–ing messed up!’


The culprit?

I haven’t seen much of the eagle over the past month. However, I’m out of the house most days by 6 a.m. and not home until close to 5, so, for all I know, he could be eating half a dozen ducks each day. Come to think of it, the flock size had dwindled. Hmmm.

We did have a super red blue moon on January 31 which was way cool, I think. It was too cloudy to see but I managed to catch a glimpse in the early morning.

red blue moonFour in the morning and the marsh was lit up like a birthday cake. (Damn, I love cake.)

A few days later, on February 3, I celebrated Imbolc, the time when Mother Nature yawns and starts to rub at her sleepy eyes, readying herself for the coming spring.


A flock of bluebirds came through, heralding the coming of spring.

It doesn’t get much better than seeing the flashes of blue and coral against the white snow. (Okay, it does get better but still, it was way cool to see the fat, little bodies scattered around my yard. Wait, no, I didn’t mean scattered like the pieces of the ducks that have been scattered. Let me rephrase that. The fat, little bodies were flying around the yard. Phew. I most certainly don’t want to see torn bluebirds. Seeing duck pieces is bad enough.)

Mother Nature’s color palette doesn’t stop with bluebirds. No sir-eee. She has a wealth of colors at her fingertips.

In short, time has flown by without waiting for me, which it okay, I guess. It’s not like I have any say in the matter. Double sigh.


Blessed be :}

All typos in this post are intentional :}


About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm a single mother with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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One Response to Time waits for no man, or woman!

  1. Dyan Dorman says:

    Welcome back, I’ve missed your nature photos and spicing it up about life!

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