This morning, after days of cloudless blue, our sky was overcast. But it was warm again, and through open doors and windows, I could hear the blue-jays cry. I don’t hear the jays every day. At our feeder we get chickadees and finches, a nuthatch, and a small brown bird with a dart of white … More Blue-Jays

Empty Nest

It was a good week. Weird. But good. Bill and I arrived home from Pennsylvania last Saturday night Without The Children. Yes, we left them there On Purpose to enjoy a few more days with their Pennsylvania grandparents before being whisked away to Long Island by their New York grandparents for most of this past … More Empty Nest