PORCH SENSES: Episode 7

This is the earliest I have been out on my porch so far since writing. I see flurries falling in one streetlight but not the other. Very localized system. The hum of the highway is predominant this morning, not a sound from a bird anywhere. The air is still but still a city smell to it. A crash of late melting ice falls to the side of the porch. The couch is alone no more on the boulevard today… but it shall join it’s friends in the truck. It would have made a great penalty box for street hockey.
A Toronto Star gets hand delivered to the retired couple next door…seems like a dying trade to hold a tangible newspaper . But some of us hang on to these habits like comfort food. A neighbour puts on his good slippers, visits his garage and adds to his collection of recycling and garbage on the curb as if THIS was the last one. There will be another truck, I can smell it.

PORCH SENSES: Episode 6

It seems a little darker but brighter this morning. Snowflakes are slowly falling to the ground. There is so little of them, you can follow their decent, you can even count them. The flakes remind me of the flying pattern of tiny summer bugs. A neighbour and her young dog have walked by stopping every 10 m. It seems she is training the dog to walk. The birdfeeder gang are quieter than usual this morning as if keeping the food to themselves. A slight wind in the winter makes the air colder but makes my thawed flag fly proudly. It must be difficult for a bird to land on a branch when it is moving. Darker grey clouds in the sky today is contrasted with brighter blue skies to the south. The wind increases and takes away my ability to breathe. That has always been a frustrating part of winter for me. The snow has stopped, the dark clouds a little brighter with a hint of red from the sun rising. What was dark can be bright again.

PORCH SENSES: Episode 22

There is frost on the ground but seems warmer without the cold breeze. Bright blue sky is a welcomed backdrop for even barren looking trees. Birds are chattering all around and seem happy as well. It is the day before Christmas and I still haven’t put the traditional white lights around the railings. Will anyone notice? I did place a red flood light on the front lawn to symbolize my support for this money driven Christian holiday. I guess I was putting family first this year.
As the sun gets higher it makes a warm red glow across the houses, trees and the circle t steeple is brilliantly lit up. 2 squirrels have jumped onto the bird feeder and caused enough commotion to make the 4 doves fly up out of harms way. There is a family unit. Rare do you see one without the other. No fanfare, just loyalty. They have to stay frosty, but they do it together.

PORCH SENSES: Episode 5

Today the dripping is loud, no apparent rhythm, just random from all around like an orchestra warming up. Chunks of snow losing the friction with their surfaces and becoming a victim to gravity. The trees are less dense today, a lot of birds must have landed on them a constant hum of highway traffic in the distance. Some days I do not notice that. The only birds I hear this morning is the happy ones by the bird feeder. Flying back and forth as if taking turns to graze. Pitter, patter, splatter.. Then a new bird call breaks the monotony. There are 5 or 6 leaves still hanging on to the neighbours’ young tree Maybe they are trying to hold on through the winter like a homeowner staying behind during a hurricane to ride out the storm. These brave leaves will be the first to greet the new growth in the spring…if they make it. But today it is only raining UNDER the trees.