What’s Making Me Droopy
On Monday, Winter let us know it was not quite done with Maine by sending a storm that dropped five or six inches of snow. Once again, Clif had to take Little Green out for a spin, and once again, the town’s snowplow left a tall, hard ridge of snow at the end of our driveway.
The week before, the backyard was free enough of snow that I had hopes of starting to pick up the many sticks that have fallen over the winter. But no, nature had other plans. No picking up sticks for me, no getting a whiff of spring.
Here is Snow-Gauge Clif in the backyard.
And here he is in the front yard. Despite the snow, Clif still looks perky.
However, I am not quite as perky. You might even describe me as droopy, and I keep repeating, “Soon Spring will come. Soon Spring will come.”
What’s Making Me Happy
After moaning about Winter and its bony grip, I thought I would balance this post with something that’s making me oh so happy. It’s a picture of a junco—birder lovers, please correct me if I’m wrong—that I bought at a craft fair last week.
Clif and I were at the fair with our books—we did well!—and right across from us sat a talented photographer named Norma Warden. I chatted with her for a bit, and Norma told me she recently moved to Maine from California. She is unfamiliar with the Maine craft fair scene, and I gave her a few tips.
After spending the morning and part of the afternoon admiring Norma’s work, which blends photography with a painterly sensibility, I bought one of her pictures. Birds and art are two of my weaknesses, and when they are combined at a good price, who am I to resist?
The picture is hanging on the wall by my desk, and every time I look at that little bird, I smile.
Here is a link to Norma’s website, where you will find her lovely art selling for amazingly reasonable prices.