window of curiosity
Morning sounds through our open window unleashed a yearning telling me I must go see for myself. Curiosity bundled me up in a warm spring coat and gloves for a walk towards the lake.
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Ice and snow still covered some of the trail. But the long way around over bare ground was conducive to my travels to take pictures. Winter mouse trails crisscrossing where the melted snow left them wide open for viewing. |
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A rippling pool of water over ice not completely gone, conjured up memories of the skating rink. Cleared for an afternoon game of shinny or crack the whip. Snowbanks along its edge further captivate my imagination. Thoughts of frosted days and laughter between exuberant voices yelling, “He shoots, he scores!”
The long way was worth it in so many ways. Waiting for me on a chunk of snow was a scraggly looking feather. An unexpected gift is always a pleasant surprise.
Before I left home a small packet of Oat Cakes made its way into my bag. It made me smile, reminiscing of my youth when they were a common staple in my saddlebag. Mom usually made hers in a square shape. I’d add butter, or peanut butter and jam, or cheese whiz to make them into a tasty sandwich treat. It’s nice to know some things don’t change.
Before I left home a small packet of Oat Cakes made its way into my bag. It made me smile, reminiscing of my youth when they were a common staple in my saddlebag. Mom usually made hers in a square shape. I’d add butter, or peanut butter and jam, or cheese whiz to make them into a tasty sandwich treat. It’s nice to know some things don’t change.
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Finding a place where the Southeast wind was at my back, I stopped to write. Thoughts of the wind got me wondering if it would continue to come from this direction. When I looked to the West, I could see a Chinook arch over some blue sky. I could only hope it would switch to come from that direction later in the day and not the East. A wind out of the East has always been a sure sign we would see some precipitation.
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Even though the lake has yet to thaw and create open water, the geese keep flying low looking for a place to land. With their landing gear down, they see they are not in luck. Making last-minute aborts and rerouting to some other lake or pond that has thawed. They’d bank, gather speed, and move on, honking their departure overhead. |
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The sun tried its darnedest to present itself, but to no avail, and I don’t mind. My outing gave me the opportunity to see a robin, my first sighting of the year. I had to look hard, but that red breast finally caught my eye. The beautiful trill of the house finches serenaded me as they flew among the leafless arms of the trees. Here one moment, gone the next, and back again. |
Cocky crows and cheeky magpies cackled overhead while I made my way home. They watched me take pictures of tree reflections in ice caked puddles. I should have worn my puddle boots for a tromp and splash through these frigid waters…maybe next time.
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Getting back to the curiosity thing. I would have to say it has been sufficiently satisfied by this time outside of the house to connect with the land. I am not disappointed in my nosy quest to find out what sounds had brought me to the window. Enticing me on an invigorating walk, time to write, and giving me pleasure seeing and hearing signs of spring everywhere. One cannot ask for a better start to a day.
Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."
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