People have started pruning; branches are beginning to appear curbside awaiting later pick-up by the city. I don’t know what bush or tree the black branches came from. They have been catching my eye for a few days now. My curiosity – and their sedate beauty – made me stop and snap off five stems. Traffic was swishing by and the cracking sound of branch bent to breaking punctuated the more subdued noise of the cars.
The ragged ends got secateur’ed back home and the branches added to stems I collected yesterday from another pile in another neighbourhood. I think they are forsythia. Will be interesting to see what leaves or flowers appear.
In warmer months this hole in rock has leaves and spider webs in it. A week or so ago it had this bracelet.
Today it was empty again.
This is the back door to the ‘cave’. Not sure what kind of spider lives there.
The rose bush has last season’t leaves, rose hips, new leaves, new buds.
This is a lovely natural area and a barred owl sits in the branches of the fir tree.
This morning I could not see it but there was evidence of its recent presence on the ground.
This is a larger owl than previously. The other one would sit and stare down at me. The new one will watch me for a moment but then slide away to another branch and ‘disappear’. So it might have been there.
There was very little movement from this earthworm on the pavement; it seemed more damage than simply the cold. But I dug a bit of a hollow in nearby soil and put it there.
The scent of the earth accompanied me indoors.