These winter days are long and short.
So little daylight for what feels like so very long.
Gunnar and I head out for a walk.
We grab every minute, when the sun does break through.
So did this hummingbird.
He was gone in a flash.
Probably an Anna's hummingbird,
which are known to winter over in the northwest.
We find a garden on a tree branch.
I'm hungry for color,
like these vibrant red rose-hips.
As we follow the trail into the woods, everything is dim and damp, even on a bright day.
Moss covers the trees and supports colonies of ferns.
These are licorice ferns, so named for the taste of the edible roots.
We pass a partially frozen pond, and watch for ducks.
If you've never seen ducks trying to land on a frozen pond,
well, you're missing a good laugh.
And then Gunnar notices something.
Just one tiny ornament.
And the hunt is on.
We find another tree, a baby hemlock, with just one red ornament.
And then more...
It's like a treasure hunt, looking for color in all that green.
Gunnar usually sees them first.
Until we find the jackpot, a wonderful little Charlie Brown tree.
a baby hemlock growing out of an old, dead-looking stump,
like the branch of Jesse.
Funny how deep in the woods it's all just damp, but back out in the open
everything is covered with frost.
Do you see this where you live?
The ground had been all white with frost until the sun came over the hill,
leaving a sort of melted sun-dial,
the shadows showing just how long the sun has been thawing the grass.
As the sun gets high enough to shine on the city,
you can see the fog lifting up above it.
And now it rains, and rains, and rains,
and we wait for another bright day.