This winter we have a Fat Albert blue spruce (I think) in the corner of our back yard. I belive we’ve had it there for about two years, and this will be the third summer. All winter we’ve had about 30 small birds living in this tree. I can’t imagine a large nest and maybe not even a small nest, but if there were any nests there to house this many birds, it would be like a little condo village. This afternoon a bunch of them were taking refuge from a late winter snowfall under the steps on our patio.
Hard for me to believe we’ve been here in this house now nearly 4 1/2 years. How time flies when you’re having fun, they say. We moved in November 2006 and I was still working full time, but the move shortened my commute time from 45 to 20 minutes. That was very nice. Lots has happened in this short span of four years. Some good. Some very surprising, and some not very good at all, but we’re still here, surviving I suppose you’d say. I can hardly wait for spring, and then our lovely, wonderful, peaceful summer.
With all of the uprisings around the country I feel blessed to be here in Spokane, although if I had half a chance I’d mosey on down to Georgia, and we all know this. Eager to get busy on my novel, though. It isn’t a bad way to ease into retirement.