Category: Crows
A Tuesday in January
Tuesday. Nothing really special about that day as weekdays go. I’ve survived the re-entry of Monday and it’s way too early to start thinking about the weekend. Or is it ? It’s my Dad’s birthday today. 82 years young and feisty as ever. If you ever wonder where I get my kind streak and my… Continue reading A Tuesday in January
Two Seasons
It is definitely winter in Washington. I see it in the branches of the fig trees. Plump green figs of late summer now reduced to shriveled orbs. Some of the leaves blackened by an early freeze still litter the grounds where I do my daily walk for work. Others have turned a familiar brown… Continue reading Two Seasons
