Saturday, November 07, 2015


She has her eye on me, but she won't fly unless I get a lot closer than this

The weekend. The weather has turned cruddy, although it isn't really cold yet.

Yesterday brought spits of rain and raging, gusting, groping winds that found everything that wasn't nailed down and gave it all a fling. We spent some time chasing I can tell you.

Not my favorite time of year, no way, no how, but our boy made it safely home last night, albeit late because he had to work late. 

And everyone else is here and safe and secure under the roof of this hectic but loving home.

What more to ask? Nothing....

The other night at sunset the crows were going home.
As each one passed over the house its wings turned to sliver in the setting sunlight.
Someday I will catch a better photo of that but meanwhile this is better than...nothing.


Cathy said...

Give me hectic and loving - any time.
And silver-trimmed crows and groping wind.
And a son's homecoming.
Even November is not bereft of golden moments.
Beautiful post.

12Paws said...

Another double ditto! i.e. Cathy's comment.

Terry and Linda said...

I so agree with! It's what life is really all about!


threecollie said...

Cathy, sometimes I long for peace and quiet, but you can get enough of that in a hurry. As soon as they all go somewhere I miss them. lol I can't like November, but it is much less traumatic than it used to be when there were cows to milk and feed and so many other things that needed attention. Thanks

12Paws, thanks!!

Linda, all the rest is icing on the cake.