It’s all in the game

Not yet Valentine’s; President’s Day isn’t here yet; Lent hasn’t started, but the weather is remarkably like March in Minnesota. Thank you, Mother Nature! As we crossed the Sunrise River outside Stacy today, we could see gray streaks that may soon become open water, in plenty of time for northbound migrants. It will be fun to watch and see if our ice-covered township road becomes ice-free before the river does.

In case you’re wondering, I hope the Eagles win today because KC won’t change [hasn’t changed] their racist team name. Other than that, I’ve little interest in the game, the commercials or half-time show, but I do intend to watch as I eat guacamole, chicken wings, and con queso, complements of the Better Half.

organizing flies is never-ending

Photo by J. Harrington

The two hen turkeys that had been enjoying the droppings and sunflower seeds under our bird feeder have been absent the past couple of days. I suspect that may have something to do with  the beginning of mating season. More bird species should be breaking into their spring songs / calls each week now. I really need to look after my fly fishing gear and see that it’s all cleaned, in order and ready to go.

There Will Come Soft Rains

Sara Teasdale - 1884-1933

(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

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