“Fuzzy-Wuzzy was a…”?

Tree magnolia bud fur

In this case, Fuzzy Wuzzy was a magnolia bud! Spring must be coming soon! But now that I take the time to recall the complete nursery rhyme, I guess it isn’t appropriate… “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear! Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair! So Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t very fuzzy, was he?” Oh dear… Back to the drawing board…


It’s fuzzy but it’s Spidey!

So exciting to open my kitchen door on 1/27/18 and see my exit blocked by a dangling spider! It is climbing up its web to a Chinese fir. Seems like a warm January though it is actually average. I assume many of you are happily enjoying this most bug-free time of year. For that reason I haven’t shown you the beetles I saw on 1/1/18, snuggled up under dead tree bark, in diapause. But I plan to share them eventually…

Moon following Sun

Moon following sun

The Moon always follows the Sun so the Sun cannot hide from us, any more than my children could hide from me when they were small because our Border Collie followed them everywhere.  I see her tail in my memory, like a crescent moon. The Potomac River’s open water reflects the salmon sunset while the ice reflects the blue sky.