Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Talking dirty

Despite the sub-freezing weather -- or maybe because of it – the living things in our front yard are getting randy.

Yesterday, it was pop, pop, pop all the day long as the Bradford Pear opened buds into blossoms. Snow flurries notwithstanding.

The birds picked up the signal and went nuts. Four male cardinals actually beat each other with their wings as they tried to make a muscle that would impress the lone female in our stand of trees. In my humble opinion, she was not worthy of the effort. But you know boys.

The resident bunny who lives in the hedges came out with charged batteries looking for something to jump. Bushy tailed, a plus.

Speaking of amps, the ground squirrel constantly skittered madly across the yard. And back. Repeat. The source of all that energy has yet to emerge from under the steps. She’s modest.

Two squirrels were hanging upside down in the tree top. That’s all I can say about that.

Hey, baby. We discovered a new little goldfish in the back yard pond. Obviously they don’t hibernate all the time.

Last week around here, it was all so bucolic I wanted to invite Walt Disney to breakfast on the porch. This week, I’m thinking Hugh Hefner.

And I have this strange urge to go to Sears and buy some new pajamas.





Monday, March 25, 2013

North Carolina -- wonder and beauty

Politics aside, we love our adopted state.

North Carolina is laced together with blue highways aplenty. If you visit, forget the interstates, choose instead the wonderful, scenic little roads that ripple with mountains and steep grades, switchbacks and hairpin turns, with forest shadows flashing across the roadway when the sun is low. Roll down your windows and let the fresh air wash in. You can breathe deep hereabouts.

Note: clouds are lower than they appear. Watch out for aging doctors and lawyers on motorcycles. And lucky is the big rig that makes it to second gear.

Such geographic diversity. The Blue Ridge Mountains team up with the Smokies in the west -- but not to be outdone, the Outer Banks just wrap you up with casual hospitality while you bathe in the Atlantic sea breezes. In between, there’s the Piedmont where the buffalo fed the Indians for 10,000 years.

Bonus: the Great Dismal Swamp is stunning.

Come see us. We’ve even found a BBQ joint that serves brisket right.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

We stand opposed to gun violence

The wind was blowing cold.

It was 26 degrees as we set out this morning. Our destination was the old courthouse on Main Street eight blocks away. We were meeting with a group of like-minded strangers to stand vigil for the victims of gun violence – the little school children of Sandy Hook, Columbine, Gabby Giffords, every one of the innocent victims of gun violence.

It was something each of us felt like we had to do. Appropriate for a cold winter’s day.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Daylight Savings Time

Nobody told the goddamn rooster it was time to spring forward.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Rise and shine

Up here in America's First Mountains, it was 29 degrees when I looked outside this morning. But as promised, the bright sun was soon sharing it’s gold with the tree tops. When the shadows get right, I’m going for my morning walk.

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