February 3, 2020 My Sun-Belly is Full

Ahh…now I feel rested. And so do you, I hope. To catch up on the big doings of the weekend, the headline has to be that the sun came out on Sunday!! (Appropriate day for it, now that I think of it.). I had a feeling it might not last long, so I took great big gulps of it, like a huge celebratory drink. When the sun went back behind the clouds today, I was not discouraged, lads and lassies. My sun-belly is still full. Of course, tomorrow, if we’re still in un-sunlit lands, all bets are off. I’ll be back to moaning about “Day 341 of sunlessness.” At that time, one of you must give me a bracing slap in the face. I mean it! The words “In everything give thanks, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus,” are all the bracing slap that I’ll need. Apply as needed.

Other than that, allow me to share with you some photos from the last couple of days. I’ve noticed that crows tend to perch at the very tippy top of the trees. I find that rather bold, don’t you? It’s got a sort of “Lord of all I survey” kind of vibe to it. I saw three crows perched on the top of one tree, having a little meeting that was probably sinister. A group of crows is called a “murder.” Coincidence? I think not. At any rate, as soon as they knew they were being observed, off they went, so I can’t actually prove that it happened.

Here’s what happens when you spill your peas on the snow:

And here’s what happens when you take a photo of the lovely sunset clouds and realize later that almost everything is out of focus, but you kind of like the effect anyway:

You probably expected greater things from this blog after I took two days off. Oh dear. Let’s finish up with a sunny photo, which will make all things right again.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning…