But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.”
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars
November can be a bit of a drag. The days become shorter and the temperature drops making it colder. At least with December, we have Christmas to look forward to. But November? The only good thing about this months is that it leads to December and then it becomes a blur. The countdown to Christmas always becomes a blur, especially if you’re a parent and before you know it, you’ll be taking all the Christmas decors down. Which reminds me, I really want to put ours up. But I promised the husband that I’d only start decorating in the first day of December.
I’ve digressed, I wanted to write about the bird feeder my husband bought (as mentioned on the previous post). We hang it outside our bathroom window so our cat and the squirrels won’t reach it. Birds make the husband happy. He likes feeding them left over bread and crackers. I call him Cinderella. I keep waiting for him to break into song, so far he hasn’t … yet.
Armed with my camera, I was determined to catch some birds in action. But wasn’t so sure I’d be lucky since Doc followed me out and soon, Boots was there too. To my surprise I didn’t have long to wait. I spied one blue tit on the roof.
I knew it was watching me, Doc and even Boots. And then when it realised that it was safe it decided to go for it… slowly. I watched its every move through my lense.
When it felt bolder, it finally made a move.
After a few pecks it flew away. But before I could even put my camera down, two of them came by.
It was just lovely to watch them feed. From below, Doc was busy chasing his tail and Boots? She was on the hedge… watching.
I’m so glad the bird feeder is way up there. And in the winter, our cat likes to spend it mostly asleep on top of the boiler where it is nice and warm. She’s like her humans who gain a lot of weight on the colder months, even if she could reach the bird feeder, somehow I doubt very much if she’d be quick enough.
During these short cold days, it’s the small joys that really matter, like watching the birds feed, enjoying the lovely autumn light through the window, and blue skies against beautiful winter trees that are slowly losing its leaves.
What are your small joys?