saturday

It is with a heavy heart that I report the death of the little finch I wrote about 2 days ago. I found what was left of his small body on the deck yesterday. I am trying to figure out who would have wanted to make a meal of him. The scene has all the markings of a cat but it is hard for me to believe a cat would have climbed up on our deck to hunt a bird. Sebastian and I were here during the attack. I was decorating my house for Christmas. Now I question feeding the birds.

I spent most of the day yesterday carrying my Christmas decorations up from the barn to decorate the house. It was a mild day - maybe the only one for another week so I took advantage. The house looks very festive.

Hartford Tanagers, our HS girls basketball team, played in a tournament here at home yesterday and today. They lost badly to Granville yesterday. I went up to watch. They played hard but Granville really had it together.

Today I am driving to Rutland, VT, about a hour away, to go to Michaels Crafts. The problem with Hartford is there is nothing nearby. I miss Goochland, VA and Naples, FL not just for the warmer weather but for the ease of finding what I need. I am not an avid shopper but I like convenience.

Gloria and Emory are leaving tomorrow a.m. How I wish I were tagging along with the Bearfoot Coach. As the days grow shorter and grayer, it becomes more challenging to stay positive about this move.

Note the snow flurries in the one photo.