Turned the page of my calendar, a thing I always look forward to at months end. This year Childe Hassam, an American impressionist. And what fun I had in trawling the shops for a calendar that was to be my friend the whole year.
Speckled brown breasted, she patrols the garden, squaring up t0 male blackbirds and eyeballing the starlings who glare right back, She wins.
A dusting of snow. Childlike I rush out in the dark and make footprint patterns.
Bit of that
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