I’m still unable to post new images to my blog. I’ve used this space as a place to journal my work and it’s been especially hard not to record all of the finished pieces since November. I may have to crack down and buy a new computer. UGH.
Many things have occurred since Thanksgiving – both good and not so good. The Can-Do-Guy will be a grandfather for the first time in May. He has been diagnosed with systemic vasculitis and is having a rough time of it. He has had two infusions, but is not responding as well as we would like.
Feral cats keep turning up. Injured, hungry and wretched – they break my heart. I am not a cat person. But I cannot abide animal suffering and will do whatever is possible to soften their pain. I leave the porch door ajar so that they can get to the food. The other night I had a baby ‘possum come by for a bite! And the birds are singing again. This beautiful life. The wonder of living in the country – the gift. Pussy willows have appeared without warning. This morning I watched while the turkeys made their way down from the tree limbs, where they nest at night. While outdoors I can dismiss the political climate that swirls around this nation. It’s my way of burying my head in the sand.