I love January. It’s cold and cloudy most of the time (the best weather) and quiet and peaceful because everyone else is too depressed to make many demands. I love wearing layers and cuddling under a blanket to read or knit and spending hours at my desk reflecting on the previous year (and all the targets I missed) and planning the year ahead (and all the goals I’m sure to fail to reach). Happy times.
A pair of eagles against a rare blue sky.
A mid-afternoon look across Wellington Dyke.
My snow-shovelling partner.
Trees in the backyard at the tail end of a snowstorm on January 29.
One of my mourning dove friends.
Eagles eagles everywhere.
Looking across the fields toward Blomidon.
Always a sucker for hay bales.
A slushy Minas Basin.
If you put a brightly coloured tractor in your field, I will take a picture of it.
Yet more eagles. Seriously, they are everywhere this year.
And a hawk, for variety.
I felt like thrumming, I guess.
