thoughts on a thursday ...

This is an example of
why I look within the trees

 

  This view from my office window right now reminds me so much of the loved art of Bev Doolittle [<link] that I sometimes catch myself looking for hidden faces and animals in the snow.  

  Looking out the window now, I look for birds bringing signs of spring.  A small flock of gold finches arrived a few days ago.  Dark-eyed juncos with their black and white formal attire have been here all winter.  Bright red cardinals flash on the branches.  Squirrels jump and run.  

  I haven't seen any of the larger wildlife since the snow fell, so hope that they are holed up and warm.

  I'm trying to stay away from the news, but at times it is thrust in my face.  Speaking of faces ... the story that Oompa Loompa's face could be added to Mount Rushmore ... 😶.  It is going to be an interesting four years to say the least.  I'm back to practicing my German and making new short- and long-term goals.

  Wishing you an early spring (or fall, depending on where you are) and the return of brighter days ... Ci💚

  I'm popping back in after originally posting this earlier today because I just saw that the Oompa Loompa is blaming "diversity" for the death of 67 people in a mid-air accident between a plane and a Blackhawk helicopter.  I have no words, only heartbreak and the dread that we will face another Civil War in this country before his fascist reign comes to an end.  I am sad beyond words, and I hope that other countries take heed that some lessons of the past should not be erased from history as leaders are wont to do.  I'm all for repeating fashion history and wearing hip-hugger bell bottoms with platform shoes and tube tops (trust me, only at Halloween in the privacy of my own closet).  But the history that is about to repeat itself will do more than just cause anyone seeing me to go blind.