I don’t think so. The life force made visible in a small neat continuum with a black beret.
And thus to human politics in this, our republic. I don’t opine on such things here a lot — I don’t opine here a lot period — but there’s something about the phenom of volunteers in the snow of NH that seems to suit my blogmood. I’m not sure how I feel about Bernie Sanders candidacy; I like and respect his general views, leaving aside things like his votes against better gun control leg, which were forced, I’m sure, by constituent realities every bit as much as HRC’s vote for the Iraq military force authorization was forced by the fall of the WTC towers. I don’t think he could do what he’s promulgating if elected, because I don’t think he has the coattails to change the population of the Congress. I’m not sure Hillary does either – probably not, is my guess – but she’s a tough practical politician. And there’s nothing the Republican endtimers financed by Kochetalia International can pull on her, short of assassination or kidnaping, that she hasn’t seen before.
I wish the NJ primary wasn’t so late. It usually doesn’t make much, or any, difference to the outcome in these days of prix fixe conventions. I’d love to see a really open convention. The Republicans may get one whether the grandees want one or not.
But back to chickadees… and splendid fat squirrels hanging upside down at the feeder at dusk. And snow lingering on a small row of bricks, a white patch on each one like a miniature shirtfront.
Lovely pale sunlight and soft streaky cloudiness such as you only get in winter. Mild today, in 50s. Lots of snow still to melt. Took B for stroll to condos yest. He loves to gambol in the snow round the house, tho it’s getting quite moist and clumpy. Much prancing, crunching through surface, leaping forth, tail waving.
For the second am in a row, I opened my squitchy eyes around 7, to see out the window the pale, tender blue grey of winter just-morning sky, laced across by the big corner oak’s charcoal branches, and visible thru them, a pure gibbous moon, simple and on her own.
Low 40s predicted for today. Gentle partial cloudiness at present.
Snow level sinking apace, but there’s still plenty to go. Yesterday started with marbled semi overcast skies, progressed to poetic semi-sun, warmish breezes. Frozen patches overnight. Today mostly sun. Benny stomps thru the almost-slushy snow where it’s level. Jingle went out after dark for a good hour or so: had to check for interlopers, as this is, after all, a primary cat territory-reshuffling and mating season, so the kittens can be born in Spring.
People in places like Buffalo sneer when DCPhillyNYC people worry about oncoming snow – but this last Saturday’s – Jan 23, 2016 – was the real thing. Howling wind, bitter cold, great volume of fine snow — about 3 feet here.
Warming now. Semi-cloudy. How long will the huge piles last if it stays mildish during days?
Think I’ll try a simple nature/weather daily entry for a while. Non-verbose, and see if I can keep it going.