Looking for the dashing dog
Even in winter, the Village of Liverpool pet store punster can come through for me on my safe walk.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Our winter roses in the front yard send you a Happy Valentine’s Day.
Looking bright out in the cold, this sunset
Even though our temperatures were barely into double-digits F, the glow outside my windows pulled my outside last night. The orange at the far side of our street surely looked warm. Cheers for a Friday February sunset. And I noted the time as 5:30 p.m. with the sun still peeking over the horizon. Hooray.
It’s still just me
Here’s what happens if I let the dog out and take the garbage pails in at the same time.
Screwing up some courage
Entering into the walk zone during a cold break from my library job, I keep telling myself that we are halfway through winter and rounding the corner to spring. Right?!
The dog and her squirrels
The dog is real. The baby squirrels are toys. My dear wife Karen orders the little stuffier to replenish our cherished rescue mutt’s supply every few months or so. They don’t last that long with her attention. At this moment, however, she is contemplating a blueberry.
Finally wilted
At last winter had its way with the stubborn backyard rose. How soon until spring?
I’ve been avoiding it
You’d think the roof over the side alcove would keep most of that spot clear of our February snow. Not this particular snow storm. The shovel was there for me.
It looks snowy in the daylight, too
Even when I work my library job from home, I get a morning break. So I snuck outside to see how much snow had fallen since the sun came up. Yup.
A little artsy or way out there
So does waking up to morning snow before the sun rises make me feel a little artsy with my iPhone 8? Or does it make me feel really out there? The back door show says it might be the second.
Mark Bialczak 