I really miss being outside. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me so, because last night I had a dream about the camp I used to work at in the Catskills. I was running around, trying to figure out what classes I needed to teach. I felt totally unprepared and everything looked different than what I was used to. That's about how I feel right now- living in a new state that is poverty-stricken doesn't provide much in the way of new employment.
Despite the darkness of my feelings, I had a few bright spots today. One was when I decided to go out and fill the feeders. Today was bright and sunny, and I soon took off my hat and gloves. As I finished filling a feeder in the front yard, a daring little junco hopped down and chirped repeatedly about 3 feet from where I was standing. I was afraid to breathe. He got spooked and went into a tree near the house. Too bad he wasn't a chickadee; they've been known to eat seed out of people's hands (I've done it before). Then I went out back to fill the tray feeder and tube feeder. As I finished, a glimpse of something big caught my eye. Looking up, I spied a great blue heron just taking off, flying slowly and majestically near the ground (probably because of the power lines next to our house). It was a beautiful sight, and made me smile. So did the orchids my husband brought home for an early birthday present. They are whitish pink dappled with magenta spots- gorgeous. I hope they make it in our dry house.
So I realized I do miss the outdoors. I have been cooped up inside for far too long, not even regularly going on birding trips or hiking. And a little snow won't stop me; I've got YakTraks to help with the ice. I think going for a walk every few days would help bring my spirits up. Just have to find somewhere to go. It would be nice to have more of those bright spots every day...
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