We are feeding the
little birds on the front porch. They are so cute. Two native pheasants come every day or so and
feed in the service bushes on the buds. A band of 11 chinks are wintering here,
too. It is so beautiful! A picture wherever you look! – Ina
[Mike says the native pheasants are likely grouse. The
chinks might be white-throated sparrows, so called because of their sharp cry.]
December days can be dark and dreary. Ina calls them “dull.” But we also have those magnificent effects, and I feel a connection to her knowing that she loved the beauty of the landscape, which transcends time.
Well, it's washday again, and there's just not much to say about it. Ina will move ahead with Christmas work tomorrow. KW
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