Driving through Belfast this afternoon after a couple of meetings, I gave myself permission to take the time to stop and watch a group of about ten Hooded Mergansers bobbing in the dark waters of a small, city-owned pond called The Muck.
Pulled over to watch
mergansers gathered on a pond.
Hooded Merganser drake. Photo by Ken Billington via Wikimedia Commons
My mom and I took my two young nieces up the chair lift at the Camden Snow Bowl this morning, to enjoy the view from on high on Ragged Mountain: burnished golds of the foliage, glimpse of the bay and its islands.
She had to wear
her shiny new red shoes
up the mountain.
[Information on the Farnsworth's Wizard of Oz exhibit, which I haven't yet seen, here.]
Looking out the back window this evening as the sun sinks lower: first, a placid-looking tabby cat, not ours, just sitting there at the edge of the grass for a long time, looking toward the house; still there; still there; still there; then, sky aglow with sunset's hot pinks and oranges. Then, of course, darkness. That always comes.