9:04 AM and it is 34 degrees F this morning. Icy snow on the ground. Windy.
While I was outside taking care of the chickens this morning, I was buzzed by a hummingbird; probably the one that has been hanging out in the garden.
He was moving fast. I hope he had somewhere warm to go.
Earlier this week I stepped outside to bring Lola in and saw one of the ravens that live in my neighborhood park chasing off a hawk.
Field notes. I wonder about my need to document the world around me.
Is it part of making meaning in this world?
28 minutes passed between dawn and the moment that the sun came through a window, into my home. 28 rows of purple/red to knit on the liminal scarf in honor of today.
And there are stars to stitch...