Friday’s walk in the sun certainly has served me well in memory as the quality of our weather has steadily declined since that morning. The wee hours of Friday into Saturday saw heavy cold rain, followed by a reasonable day on Saturday, that was not without sunshine, but which got steadily colder as the day wore on.
Sunday morning, as expected, we woke to the sounds not of cardinal song, but of the battering, ticking sound against the windows that told me we were getting some sort of frozen precipitation. Mister Gray and I stayed snuggled a-bed as long as we could allow and before long, the sounds faded, as the sleety-ness changed to snow. We were then enticed from snoozing by another sound outside…that cacophony of red-wing blackbirds I’d heard last Sunday afternoon, only multiplied by several dozen, at least.
It seems that all of the red-winged blackbirds have now returned to the Cape, and most of them were perched in our trees Sunday morning. The sight of them was impressive on it’s own, but the sound was quite something, too. I’m finally figuring out the video feature on my camera, so I was able to make this little film of them for your entertainment…and so you could hear what they sounded like. The camera’s microphone seems to diminish the sound a little, but you get the idea, I think.
If that sound wasn’t impressive though, you should’ve heard the noise a few minutes later, when ALL of their wings flapped simultaneously and they descended on the great bird feeding station in the side yard downstairs. That was something.
More sleety-ness greeted our day today, although I was glad to say it was a day off and once again my Purry Pal and I were able to snuggle in against that cold ticking sound on the windows. The storm track has been pretty kind to us and we have seen little precipitation from today’s storms, with the bulk of the snow and such falling on New York and Boston and other spots further inland from us.
Pretty regularly, the ocean’s warmth gives us a little protection from winter accumulation, but that hasn’t always been the case, particularly this winter, so the relatively minor storm was a welcome one, at least for those of us who could stay home nestled in with warm beverages and kitties.
This clam shell that I picked up on Friday’s walk is on one of the kitchen windowsills now and reminded me today of that great walk I enjoyed Friday morning. Sometimes all you need is that memory of better days! The shell will eventually find its way into some plant pot or garden bed – sea shells aren’t just pretty, but also a terrific source of calcium for your plants, too!
I don’t buy much disgruntlement (am I making up words again…?) about the weather, though. March coming in like a Lion does often mean, as the old saw suggests, that it will be lamb-like in a few shorts weeks, when spring is all that much closer. March is a good month, full of transitions and new beginnings…and just in case none of that works out, there’s an official day for drinking just past the Infamous Ides. ; )
As consolation for the weather, that belated Christmas cactus has begun to open its pretty petals today. Here you can see it on the windowsill with the clementine seedlings (there are three now!) and a pot of assorted things I’m uncertain about, though one of them is another marine heliotrope that requires transplanting. Today was about other things, though. That will be a project for another afternoon.