Morning light from the east. A still life.
Though I can see frost on the car window and ice in the birdbath, this is the last day (I hope) that we will be dealing with colder than usual temperatures. I feel some hope and a little twinge of excitement.
I was looking through some photos from last year at this time and we were so much further along in terms of green grass, buds on the trees, the signs of spring. I’d say we’re about two weeks behind this year. I’m keeping a long list of things I have to do floating around in my head (in addition to painting the one remaining unpainted wall in the kitchen) and that list needs to be written down today so I can make some sense of it and prioritize my chores.
I’m currently reading a book I bought at that wonderful bookstore in New Orleans, Faulkner House Books. (Oh, if I could only whisk myself there for an afternoon of browsing!) It’s Beatrix Potter’s Gardening Life by Marta McDowell. Beautifully done in every way, with photographs and drawings, many of them Potter’s illustrations and sketches.
Nonfiction seems to be my thing at the moment. I can’t quite lose myself in a fictional story – my guess is that what’s happening on a daily basis in Washington D.C. is far more shocking and twisted than any mystery or spy novel out there. Especially these past few days, right? I’ve been glued to the television and Twitter.
Just wanted to clarify that even though Don is tired at the end of a long week of shows, he is having the time of his life. He really loves it. Right now, every show on Broadway is collecting donations for Broadway Cares: Equity Fights Aids. They pass around a bucket after the show and auction off backstage tours. Don was out in the lobby the other day, meeting the audience and collecting for this charity. If someone wants a photo with a cast member, they contribute ten dollars, I think it is, and the actor poses with them for a picture. It’s a lot of fun. Don had a great time. Last night, there were 3 separate groups who had paid for a backstage tour. Don took one of the groups around the theater.
Can you see the bunny? I took this through the kitchen window yesterday. I saw him hop into the brush (everything is still so brown around here) where he found the perfect place to eat a bit, groom himself, nap and generally hang out. I’m not kidding. Several hours later, he was still there.
He was completely camouflaged, even more so than this picture indicates because I edited it so you could see him. Smart bunny.
Happy Wednesday.
