So, January…it isn’t all frigid temperatures and snowy days. There’s also great deals on primroses in the garden section of most grocery stores. It’s a great way to bring a little spring color to your day and assuming the plant lives ’til spring “in captivity”, I’ve had great success with planting them out, although they do tend to bloom at odd times of the year ever after.
These are some images from last Sunday. I’d meant to get them here for you sooner but I’ve been confounded by a somewhat sporadic internet connection (the earlier problem seemed to clear up on its own, so I cancelled the originally scheduled work order…only to have it recurring now. Love that Murphy…) and my natural tendancy to laziness during this cold, dark month. Which is funny, because here’s proof that it’s not an especially dark month, despite the long nights. This was a nice sunny day, although the temperature was still only just above freezing.
A flock of robins were singing and chattering in the treetop off the porch and encouraged our attention out of doors.
My gray pal only peered out through the screen. I don’t think he’s especially a fan of the cold, though the birds captured his attention for a little while. I’ve been considering seeing if he’ll take to walking on a leash, since we might have some fun exploring the world together…but that’s a plan I’m holding onto ’til spring. I suspect the world’s a little too damp for my buddy this time of year.
Getting out onto the porch encouraged me to get myself together and enjoy the sunny afternoon before it fled. While sunset comes just a smidge later now, the afternoons still tend to vanish pretty quickly.
So up I bundled, got my boots on, grabbed a camera and mp3 player and off I went to explore the snowy, sunny world, leaving the Gray Catsby to bask in the sunny window above the bird feeder stations in the side yard.
Rather than forge new paths, I was simply following the nearby road that would lead me through the salt marsh behind Rock Harbor and on to the bay. However, since the temperature was hovering just above the freezing point, I found the going just a little treacherous, as there were big patches of ice made even more slick by a little melty business on top.
The best plan here is always to take the deeper, crunchier snow at the edge of the road for better traction and I made better time, too…and wasn’t all tensed up about walking on the ice, which makes for a nicer experience, overall.
I just love the salt marsh. Everything about it amazes me. Seeing it in winter is even more cool, since the formations of snow and ice and the movement of the tides creates some interesting visuals…like this long crevasse that runs over the top of one of the tidal channels in this section of the marsh, or the broken chunks of ice the tide abandons atop the dried marsh grasses.
I only had my music on low and in just one earbud, so I’d be able to hear any traffic approaching from behind, but also so I could enjoy the songs of the chickadees and sparrows and robins and starlings who were all flying about celebrating the relatively warm day, after the much colder temperatures which ushered in the start of the year days earlier.
This will be familiar territory to some of you, as it is to me.
I believe I capture this same shot above more or less on a memorable day last July…and in September, we waded half-way out to this rock pictured below, as dusk fell about us and ducks fly by overhead. There might’ve been ducks Sunday, but there wasn’t a chance of my walking across that unstable tidal ice (the tide was actually coming in underneath all that). There was plenty of winter interest to hold my attention in lieu of that, as you can see.
As you can see, it was a truly lovely afternoon for a walk. It’s colder, of course, as you get closer to the actual shoreline, since there’s almost always a bit of a breeze off the bay. It was great to get out in the sunshine and get some fresh air and exercise.
There were birds a-plenty out and about celebrating the sunny day with me, so I was a little disappointed not to see any blue herons, since they are amongst my favorites. But this may again by Murphy and his little law, keeping me from seeing any of those amazing birds while I had camera in-hand; after I got home and got into the car to head off for a bit of grocery shopping, there was a heron, big as life, flying almost directly over the car as I drove past another part of the marsh.
I think I know where to look for him now.