The temperature is a balmy 45 but if you're out of the wind in a protected area, it's really quite pleasant. I spent part of Sunday afternoon sitting outside in my backyard, knitting occasionally, and taking pictures. The sun was so warm that it tempted me to take my jacket off, but I'm glad that I didn't. It was just perfect. The sunlight was glinting off the little birds in the viewfinder of my camera and I'm thinking that now I may need a stronger zoom lens so that I can stay far back and get excellent close-up pictures.
Pictured here are a male and a female American Goldfinch. The male is the top photo.
In my youth, I would have considered this pasttime totally unacceptable, preferring instead something more exciting like a hike along the precipice of a cliff just to see a waterfall and other similar daring escapades. Then we had children and became a lot less adventurous, but we were always doing something outside. We've backpacked with our sons at Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. We've camped at the beach at Assateague, MD and Ocracoke, NC so we were pretty hardy souls (all those mosquitoes!) I love camping outside, setting up a shelter for a week's time and taking day trips to places and walks.
We've lived in Maryland, Virginia, Pennsylvania and New Jersey for most of our lives. And within driving distance, there are so many national and state parks that offer exceptional outdoor experiences (OMG I sound like a travel brochure!!!)
Anyway, what I'm saying is that the kind of afternoon I spent this past Sunday is the kind of afternoon that, in my youth, I would have considered an old person's pasttime. But I'm not that old. I've just reached a point in my life, I guess, where quiet, predictable afternoons spent in a bucolic setting are just what the doctor ordered after a full work-week.
So take your shoes off and kick back. And daily, I'll post pictures of the blessedly quiet life I lead. But be warned, I may just try to switch things up every now and then. And I know you'll be coming back just for the sheer rush of it.
Yeah, that's it.