I’ve been tired the last little while (it’s family stuff, very draining; and, no, I don’t want to discuss it here) and in a bit of a daze. It’s a grey day here in Seattle, but the sun came out briefly this afternoon and the roses on our trellis blazed blood red in the light. Exactly one dozen.
Later, in my office, wrestling with Hild (it’s nearly as much fun as it sounds), I heard a weird noise and looked up: five (5) raccoons sitting in a row along the back fence. Another noise, and a flash of electric blue: a Stellar’s Jay shrieking at the raccoons.
So those are my anchor point today: one dozen roses, five raccoons, and a jay. And Kelley, always Kelley. Bright spots at any time.
Lovely.
I love the way you hone in on anchor points. And five (!) racoons – wow. Never seen that before.
I woke up to the smell of smoke. There's a fire burning near Pasadena. When I went outside the air was thick with it. We get this weird kind of light when it's like that. Then I drove across to the West Side, and discovered that the whole LA basin is filled with the smoke – I could barely see the buildings downtown. Didn't even see a bird. But of course the air is clearer over here closer to the coast. Second time this month I've seen that eerily colored sun.
Hope you find your bright spots again today.
I've seen seven raccoons (it's a whole tribe) in our garden at once.
I was in the Cascade foothills a couple of years ago when wildfires were raging. What it does to the light is quite surreal; it's like being underwater.
What are they doing? Finding snacks? Take pictures next time! Please. :)
Yes – surreal is the word for it. I imagine it as apocalypse light.
It's a grey day here and I'm suffering from lack of sleep and a hangover, as well as family stuff, so I completely identify with the dazey feeling! I have blood red geraniums out back and my dog chased the squirrel this morning. Does that count? :)
jennifer, if I'd had the camera to hand, I would have.
ssas, hangover suck. The dog-and-squirrel thing only counts if the dog didn't bark…
Last year, we had a mum and five babies. This year we have three teenagers, whom we refer to as the rahoons (Aussies will get the joke). To be fair, they're not as randomly destructive as the hordes of squirrels that daily attempt to destroy the garden — so many that the dog doesn't even bother unless they're actually on the doorstep. And, no, he doesn't bark at them, just at the 'hoons.
How many lovely tulips we would have in the spring had we no squirrels…
Have you tried planting a shedload of daffodils over and around the tulips? Daffs are poisonous. It worked for us at the last house.