Slugging it Out

In, what appears to be thoughts of warmer days, our friend, Shark, posted a photo of a grasshopper and acknowledged the inspiration for it came from the Vanilla man.  I’d like to think of warmer times as we are caught in the cold grasp of winter’s icy wrath.

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Autumn grasshopper on my driveway.

Like my memories of warmer weather, this poor fellow is flawed.  He’s not a very good hopper.  Reminds me a bit of the blue jay of which Shark recently posted photos.

I think I’d rather see this:

042eYes, I’m ready for this–but not in February.  Not even in March.  Let spring arrive in its proper season.  Then we can see scenes like this one.

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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”
(Eccl 3:1 – KJV)

Even as this cruel winter persists, life goes on.  I see this in the myriad bunny tracks that surround me.  Last week, I’m quite sure that I saw the golden eagle soaring through this neighborhood.  What a beautiful sight to see as that mighty bird navigated through chill and heavy winds.