Chilly day at The Acres. The birds are active at the feeders--usual
bunch: cardinals, chickadees, snowbirds, downy woodpecker, nuthatch,
sparrow of various kinds, not so gold goldfinch. Homesteader loves the
show.
No sign of the goldfish in the pond. I guess they're heading
for the bottom and digging in for the winter to come. Going to get a
real shot of winter later this week if the weather folks have it right.
Cold enough already for the birdbaths to freeze over; they did
thaw out by afternoon. Been scattering seed--especially phlox, morning
glory, sunflower, coneflower, and dianthus. It's always a pleasant game
of expectations to sow seeds where those particular flowers have not
bloomed before. Check back in the spring to see what took the hint. I
have my eyes on the new pothole bunkers to see how the iris I moved are
doing as well. So far so good. Another game of expectations. The one
tree that is still brilliant is the pink dogwood on the edge of the back
meadow. Gorgeous solo. Anyway, The Acres are at rest--unless you figure
in the winds. (God doing some raking.) Still a delightful walk--even
spent some time on the green throne. Just have to bundle up a
little--mainly a stocking cap. It was a beautiful day. I'm ready for a
good snowfall.
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