Here’s Part One of my complete Thanksgiving Report (very slightly expurgated from Twitter) (my account is private).
1) Woken up by phone ringing. Thought, “What the heck?! Phone???” and hid under blankets. (No one EVER calls on the phone!)
2) An indeterminate amount of time later, woken up again by my iPhone ringing right next to my ear. Even more bizarre!
3) Looked confusedly at the screen and discovered it was my parents calling. After a moment’s hesitation, answered.
4) Nice phone call, but was much amused by M’s shock that I’d be sleeping in at 11:30 “ON THANKSGIVING!” Me: “What else would I be doing?”
5) Decided it was no use trying to go back to sleep, and, plus, it was nice and sunny out unlike yesterday’s endless darkness, so got up.
7) Put out Thanksgiving treats for birds/squirrels/chipmunks, including a special bowl of farm stand nuts for the rodents. It’s cold out!
8) Returned inside & watched through kitchen windows with great pleasure as LOTS of birds descended on food & twittered around happily.
9) Made a cup of Rancho Aloha coffee in my Aeropress & drank while munching a bagel slim w/maple almond butter & reading The New Yorker.
10) Decided to tweet Thanksgiving. Spied on cute squirrel with binoculars, & thought about heroic pigeon Cher Ami while watching doves. ♥
11) Spent an absurd amount of time getting ready to go out, frustrated by face peeling off in flakes. I want to go somewhere, but where?
12) Decided the best Thanksgiving activity is probably a walk in the woods, so got all bundled. It’s blue & bare & bright out.
13) The minute I stepped out the door, I could hear our melodious wind chimes ringing far off in the distance through the woods. Wow!
14) The minute I stepped out the door, I thought: IT’S TOO COLD!!! Pressed on anyway.
15) Sounds: faint chimes, birds fluttering & chirping, woodpeckers pecking, dry oak leaves rustling. LOTS of different birds, all around.
16) New sounds: WIND blowing, tree branches squeaking, me shivering, more birds. No machine-made sounds discernible. My fingertips are numb.
17) Walking on trail now. Sounds: leaves crunching, corduroys vipping, teeth chattering, chimes. It’s still again but must be windy at top!
18) Now my nose feels numb. Reached top! What???! Hammock is tipped on its side! How did that happen?? Wind??? Chimes chiming like crazy.
19) Right after that previous tweet, my iPhone shut down & showed battery as drained, but when I plugged it in just now, it’s at 67%. WIMP!
20) What do you think this is, iPhone, the north pole? Walked back on trail, throat dry, eyes watering & tears running down face. Sunny tho!
(continued in Part Two…)
Before that, when I was at my kitchen window munching on toast made out of the bread I got at the Glastonbury Farmers’ Market yesterday, this sweetie came and sat on the back of my patio chair and stared at me for ever. I kept asking him what he wanted, but it was like he expected me to know. I put out crusts from the bread for him (spread with chunky nut butter!), but I don’t think he took it, so I am mystified. Maybe it was a visit from Dean in squirrel form. It does look a lot like him. :-)
I saw this hawk lurking in a tree while Mrs. Downy was unsuspectingly eating suet, so I opened my window and teased it by playing the red-tailed hawk cry from my iBird Pro app really loud over and over. It just flew away and I heard it make an identical shriek! (I was hoping Mrs. Downy would hear and be alerted!)
1) It snowed! B) There’s a deer out on our trail! Why do both of these things always seem kind of magical to me?
Gang of three big male turkeys under our bird feeder! They’re tall and have nice long beards. Handsome birds!
The turkeys keep tilting their heads to look at me curiously. I love how they walk. Strut strut strut.
Aw, they’re wandering off into the woods already. Come back, turkeys! I wish I had some chestnuts to give them.
The witch hazels are just beginning to flower. Only the ones at the edges of the yard are flowering, not the ones further into the woods. It was the same exactly one year ago.
When will the seed pods burst open? I want to see them exploding!
Berries on the maple leaf viburnum that grow wild in the woods along the edges of our yard.
!!! The lead article in this week’s Glastonbury Citizen newspaper is about a black bear that was recently seen in South Glastonbury—on Tryon Street and on Main Street near Draghi’s farm stand. Naturally, my first thought was “AGD was right!”
She was last seen meandering off through Portland and Marlborough, so I guess she was too lazy to climb up the hills to my house.
Yay, the house is officially all clean so it will look nice when my Gs visit! The power washer guy said our house is the COBWEBBIEST HOUSE EVER (that’s not an exact quote). It’s true! They cleaned it two years ago, but it was covered with spider webs and dead insects and imprints of birds that crashed into the windows. I guess it’s all the nature around here. Definitely worth it.
Dean saw the glawackus on our trail! Or maybe a fisher.
The gang of marauding crows that comes to our yard just loves to commit the same acts of malicious mischief again and again, simply because it’s fun. They are so single-minded and destructive. That’s why I think crows/ravens would be the perfect guards for Loki’s imprisonment. They could tear him apart over and over and never grow tired of it.
Their favorite things to do are pull the center out of our patio table and throw it on the ground (it’s a 3” circular piece that fills in where an umbrella could go), and pick moss out of our bonsai trees’ pots and scatter the little pieces all over the patio. I wish I could catch them in the act of actually doing these things, because it would be fascinating to watch, and I’d love to hear their “Ehehehehehee” laughs.
[Edit: Note: I love Tom Hiddleston’s Q&A tweet answer to “Care to share a few titles in Loki’s ‘prison library’?” so much that my mind is spinning out of control. “Plato’s Repubic. Shadows on the cave… A perfect metaphor for his imprisonment; the perpetual state of waking fear…”
"the perpetual state of waking fear…"!!!!!
THAT IS PERFECT. But, will they show this in the movie somehow? Because, based on known Loki punishments as outlined in Norse myth, a nicely-furnished see-through cell equipped with books is pathetic. Are there additional torments involved? Apparently so! I want to know what they are!!]
This is just the right place for the little snakeskin I found crawling out of the stone wall near our shed, I think.
I can’t describe how much I love this. The mauves, the jaded fin-de-siecle yellow, the blushing silk-scarf pink. (And always, subtly, the unconscious greens.) Crumpled, soft, bruise-colored, with a lustrous delicacy like flesh.
The shapes and textures and feelings of stillness and motion in this are just so beautiful to me.
Wiggly lines. Nature echoes nature.