Monday, February 10, 2025, -1.3*
Creamy peach, a swath breaks the blue of morning creating the illusion of distant mountains none wearing a snowy cap. Soleil paints part of the blinds orange while deciding whether or not to come inside. Mariah quietly plays with the trees. All is calm. All is bright. Like a bored child, Soleil pastes dots on the plaster woman, peels them off, draws lines on curtains.
White breasted nuthatches, two seen darting about an evergreen in the sun yesterday. Some cattle reported to have bird flu. Songbirds susceptible generally less impacted. Snow starting again in 31 minutes, lasting three hours. White noise machine charging. Ocean waves keep me awake; I anticipate the splash, better for watching flames. Before sound machines, I made a tape recording of the vacuum droning; played it to keep my babies asleep. One review proclaims it’s great for babies’ sleep, office privacy, drowning out construction noise or barking dogs during the day. Maybe not if you live with the barking dogs. Time to refill my cup.
"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and
all the trees of the field will clap their hands."
Isaiah 55:12
Photo: LJ Austin
