76 Trombones

Yes, it’s my birthday again.  And it’s a gorgeous sunny deep-blue-skied morning here in the upper left chamber of the heart of Texas.   A little earlier the yard was full of at least 76 birds (a big flock of cedar waxwings overlapping a flock of robins, and if there wasn’t a band with 76 trombones Read More…

The Lion of March Arrives

Actually it arrived in the dark, well before dawn, with the characteristic roar of a good-sized norther coming in fast.  We’d had several warm, dampish days with fog and little wind but then….whoosh!…and of course it woke me up.  I was still warm (too warm) in bed but that didn’t last long.   There’s no freeze Read More…