Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


Colors trigger memories

The maple trees around here are turning colors. They are brilliant reds and oranges and golds this year.

Out on the main road is this little pond. It puts on a show every fall.

Each year I notice how beautiful they are, each year I think the colors are the prettiest ever.

In our small local cemetery the sun focused on a single branch.

Just like this year.

But today I also feel tinges of sadness as fall progresses because my little girl, the one who loved fall and who believed the trees turned color just for her isn’t here to enjoy it.

Our empty backyard.

Katie looked so beautiful in fall colors.

Her colors.

She’s everywhere I look.


New feeder

I swear the birds in my yard are so spoiled.

Ms. Downy Woodpecker spent a lot of time on the new feeder yesterday.

They wait every morning, growing more impatient every hour I’m late, for their feeders to be filled.

She was curious about me, just inside the window, but not frightened.

Yes feeders. As in multiple.

They already had an oiler feeder, a thistle feeder, a flat feeder and an oriole and/or hummer feeder, depending on the season.

I love capturing her fuzzy fluffy feathers.

But I follow a bird photographer who just purchased a new feeder that seemed to be a bird favorite, so I ordered one too.

Then Mr. Downy showed up, chasing her off. He thinks he’s special I guess.

The birds love it. I don’t know if it’s just because it’s new, or because the bigger birds who can’t fit through my caged feeder have a new source of snacks.

He’s fuzzy too.

Yesterday it enticed three different types of woodpeckers to spend time near our windows.

And then Ms Red-bellied arrived, chasing Mr. Downy off the feeder.

I hope you enjoyed seeing them as much as we did!

And Ms. Hairy Woodpecker arrived too, with her long beak. She at least shared the feeder with the little birds.

And go over and read Backyard Bird Nerd’s blog. You’ll love the variety of birds that she attracts to her yard!

Hey! What about ME? I’m pretty too….but they won’t let me on the popular feeder.

I’m looking forward to spending more time with my birds, but I’ll try to get up earlier to get those feeders filled before they go on strike and demand one treat per image taken. It’s possible Katie left them a copy of her contract and I don’t want that kind of thought process to spread.

I’m new around here (red breasted nuthatch, I’ve never seen here before!), so I’ll just look for seeds over on the railing.


Wildflower musings

The wildflower seed my husband planted this spring has produced hundreds of plants, all about knee high now, and just beginning to bloom.

They will continue to grow taller as they bloom from now until the first heavy frost, hopefully months away.

It feels like summer has just begun when you look at these fresh green leaves reaching for the sky.

But walking in the woods this morning, in mid-July, it feels like fall is on the way.

How can both things be possible at the same time?

I guess the same way I wish this summer would be over and I hope it’s never over.

It’s the summer my girl moved on and I wonder if I will feel as close to her once the season changes.

It’s the summer my girl moved on and I want the pain to ease and hope it does once the season changes.

Meanwhile, summer marches on, one day at a time, slipping away while I watch.

Just like she did.

Notice the tongue action in anticipation of her one picture one treat rule implementation. Taken summer of 2021.


Tales from the backyard

I sat on the deck the other day, watching the comings and goings. I was thinking about my girl, of course, but also just enjoying a beautiful day.

Here’s one of the many tales from my backyard.

Nom, nom, nom. Sure is nice to have the feeder to myself. No pushy starlings or jays around.”

“Hey! You’re a baltimore oriole, you’ve got your OWN feeder over THERE!”

“Now wait just a darn minute! There’s not enough room for all your friends too!”
“Man, what’s the world coming to, mumble, mumble mumble…”

“I’m outta here, I’m not going to listen to this old guy anymore. Plus there’s grape jelly over there!”

“Nom, nom, nom, nom.”