A wet February Saturday. . . . . . . . .

A really dreary February morning, fog early and now rain falling and a 

miserable wet weather forecast for the coming several days.

I have never been a great fan of the month of February with fluctuating 

temperatures breeding germs and bringing colds, 'flu etc.

The garden looks at its worst this month - the dust in the house seems to 

never go due to the fireplace - thoughts of welcoming Spring are starting.

Taken this morning from the dining room window.

By now I'm sure you know this tiny wren is my favorite garden bird.  

Here in North Carolina this extremely chatty, boisterous songster, is not

 an annual migrant, tending to remain resident in its own territory. 

Here, it is in my garden, and on the front porch where a family has raised young

 for many a year in springtime. They spend cold nights tucked into my

 dying hanging Boston ferns which, although not pretty, remain up all winter to

 provide shelter, and sometimes they just tuck themselves into the high corners

 of the porch to shelter from the wind. 

They come to the feeders for seeds and suet when their natural source of food, 

spiders and insects, quickly vanish as the weather turns cold. . . . . . . 

. . . . .and here you can see my 'breakfast offerings' along the porch rail today, 
awaiting any and all birds who need food and a little shelter from the rain.

Our street is covered with now soggy, packed leaves, the city is way 
behind with pick up.

The tiny bird with the big voice.

Did I tell you I love my birds? 

"Amid the leafless thorn the merry Wren,
When icicles hang dripping from the rock,
Pipes her perennial lay; 
Even when the flakes
Broad on her pinions fall,
She lightly flies
Athwart the shower
   and sings upon the wing."
. . . . . . . . James Graham

P.S.  Many, many thanks for all your good wishes regarding my Wednesday hospital visit due to a kidney stone! 
 I'm doing OK, no pain now, but haven't caught the stone yet!

Unexpected hospital visit!

After spending much of Wednesday night in the hospital ER,
 I needed the calm of the upstairs bedroom for sleeping most of yesterday.
This was a my second kidney stone experience, the former being many years ago.
If you've ever had one you'll know exactly what I mean when I say "the most 
excruciating pain ever" and something I'd never wish on anyone.

Scribble Picnic. . . . . . . . Let's Dance

Most little girls, and some boys, go into ballet with dreams of 

becoming true dancers.  All, well most, decide for themselves to take 

up this form of dance known for its atheticism as well as its beauty.

I tried, didn't you?  

The thought of some day tying up those pink satin toe shoes once

 I'd graduated from just regular black or pink soft leather ballet slippers, 

kept me going for some time, however I never made it to going 'en pointe'

 for some reason. 

My love for the ballet continued though, even to this day, it's still 

the dance I would love to be able to perform, and definitely

 enjoy watching.

The theme this week for Michael's SCRIBBLE PICNIC - click to join in - is

LET'S DANCE.

Stop over HERE to see what our dancing artists have

come up with - I just know they are probably dancing for joy with

 this challenge!