This is actually the first Blue Jay I have seen since I have moved here. It was a new neighborhood with trees that weren't quite mature and the downside to that if there is not food to eat or trees that are big enough to hold them. It was a great day for me, discovering them back again.

Birds have different relationships with trees, and I have to think that this area didn't suit them anymore. There are no insect to eat, bird feeds hung. I have to say, I cannot blame them. If I were a bird, I might have packed in up and moved away too.

Could my day get any better? (Okay, let's put this in perspective. I drove for six hours, got home just in time to enjoy the snow coming down and listened as the weatherman muffled the weather forecast, saying the rain would take it all away. It didn't.) Okay, so, again... Could my day get any better? A Blue Jay and a Cardinal! My two favorite winter guests! They even shared the same birdfeeder. I admit, the Blue Jay is a little bit agressive, but, the Cardinal held her own. All the other little wrens and starlings and tiny birds moved to another feeder.

The hydrangea retain their beauty, long after the bloom has retired. The snow was lightly coming down, giving them a tad of hydration. The blooms looked expressly more appealing. I brought some in and put them on my table for dinner.

Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. I was a full day as I was at the Shore House, after being gone for a couple of days... finally, I will call it a day, a definitely #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a. I do love my @c0ff33 and he likes eclectic! A definite match, made in heaven.

I was delivering something that I bought on Friday and picked up some more pinecones. You ask why? Just like seashells, I love pinecones. Perhaps it is the mother in me. Pincones protect their seeds, holding on to them until they are spring. They can even close up and protect them from a harsh winter. How can you not love them? Conifers are some of the oldest forms of plant life on this earth. Okay, that is not why I collect them, only why I love them. I gather them and use them for decorating or painting and giving away at the holdiays. They are happy pinecones with a little bit of glitter. Yes. These are just sitting on my crystal plate. See? Fancy, right? Not. But, still.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost