At 7:05 a.m. on January 1st this was the weather in Rockland when I took Ella out for our morning walk:
Rockland Weather at a Glance
Last night David and I went to Belfast, about 25 miles north of Rockland, to attend 2 poetry-related events. First, an hour long program combining poetry reading, music and ... other stuff I'm not sure how I'd describe. Interpretive movement? That program organized by the Poet Laureate of Belfast (yes, Belfast has a Poet Laureate. Actually, Rockland has one, too, as does Maine, and probably a bunch of other towns and cities in the state.) That program was followed by a Poetry Slam. Unfortunately for whatever reasons - competing events and COLD weather perhaps - not very many people showed up and initially only 1 person signed up to read (not me; I decided to volunteer as a "judge" for the evening). Eventually 4 people read - 3 young girls ranging in age from 12 or 13 to 19 or 20, and an older man. Despite the low turn out it was kind of fun.
This morning I restocked the bird feeders. With the cold, and the fact that we are supposed to get between 4 and 12 inches of snow starting tomorrow through Friday, I wanted to make sure the birds are well fed. We have 3 feeders - a double outside the kitchen window where there's a feeder with seed and a suet basket, and 2 hanging from the garage. I recently stocked the feeder outside the kitchen with seed that is supposed to attract woodpeckers, chickadees, and nuthatches - and it has done that. Here's a couple of photos from today.
In the meantime, hunkering down, glad for the warm house - the fuel oil company delivered 180 gallons today - $685 worth - but they had not delivered since September so that's 3 months of fuel and it's been a cold winter - waiting for the snow and world peace, believing both will come, sooner or later.
Peace.
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