I'm catching up a bit on sleep, trying to be in good form for the district show choir competition that I'm playing for tomorrow. I apologize to all for my descent into melodrama yesterday; it was all I could come up with in the moment.
The dogs were crazed over some scent all over the back field today - must have been some kind of forest animal jubilee out there last night. Even Kate left her stick for a few seconds to sniff around, overcome by the traces of whatever it was.
And bird songs are getting more and more varied. I don't know if it's a lot of new birds, or just the mating songs beginning, but it's quite lovely. I guess if I was a bird I'd fall for one of those guys.
But what really caught my eye today were tree silhouettes. I have always found trees in their bare form to be quite beautiful, and in a few weeks they will be re-robing themselves in new garb for the year. I guess in a way the winter is like a long naked party for trees - one I'm happy to attend!
It started with this old friend that finally succumbed to the wind storm:
Here are some more - my photo essay for the day: