The temperature this morning is -15°F. It reminds me of the year we lived in Duluth, MN.
Finished reading: The Bookstore Sisters 📚
Between the storms.
A huge willow after the ice fog lifted. If you look at the center of the tree you can see a major branch that split.
Finished reading (actually, finished listening to): The Diamond Eye by Kate Quinn
Elderberry branches after a couple of days of ice fog.
This is the extent of my holiday decorating this year. I spent more time tracking down dead light bulbs than hanging the lights. Still, I enjoy seeing them when I step out to do the evening chores.
On a snowy day like today, it’s nice to be able to sink into the warmth and safety of a comfortable chair by the fire.
The official Washington State fish is the steelhead trout. However, our house favorite is the coho salmon.
Although the trend is towards a warmer climate, it has been a damn cold November.
On the topic of backyard birds, I finally identified a little brown bird that has been scratching under the thistle feeder. It’s a juvenile spotted towhee. It doesn’t look anything like the adult but the behavior is characteristic.
My motivation was tested today on a difficult jigsaw puzzle.
I missed yesterday’s mbnov challenge word. I guess that shows a lack of commitment.
Largely because of this month’s challenge, participating on Mb has become a daily ritual.
Even though I am retired, I retain my professional interest in maps and the data that go into them.
I find that reading and participating in conversations on Mb have lead me to adjust my whole approach to social media. It has nothing to do with the blue bird. I closed that door a while ago.
Farm animals out for a graze.
On these unusually cold November mornings I have to break up the ice on the chickens' water bucket. (Although I see that they didn’t wait around for me.)
Something I’ve noticed about my use of MB. I check the Timeline, read some of the conversations, participate if I have something to say. Then I look at Discovery. If there’s not much that’s new I know it is time to put down the iPad and do something else. No doomscrolling here.
Every morning I repeat the same farm chores, but I also take notice of the beauty of the early morning.
