PORCH SENSE: Episode 16

Aaaahhhh, sleeping in in a Sunday. Traditionally because of some amazing Saturday night but apparently I was just fatigued from the week. 10am looks a lot different than 7:30am and with much more action. The village has awoken.

A squirrel has temporarily joined me on the porch with what looks like a croissant that used to be IN my house. He is seeking refuge from the gas powered snow blower the retiree is using… doing laps on the driveway and part of the road it seems. I enjoy a good quiet shovelling but that machine sounds like a wood chipper! It is still lightly snowing, very fluffy flakes. You can almost make out the different shapes of each one. So gentle, if you closed your eyes you wouldn’t know it was snowing. A sharp contrast to the gasoline fed combination walker/thrower that just went by. I must get up earlier. The sun is showing itself despite the snow clouds, the circle t steeple is bright silver. I feel like I have missed out on part of the day without having the previous night to flaunt.

PORCH SENSES: Episode 1

Sitting on the porch now… a group of birds are singing/talking… love to hear that every morning Squirrels are jumping from line to branch and back again… all part of the squirrel infrastructure highway system they have developed. And a socially awkward neighbour pointing out obvious things… I don’t need to be called grumpy old guy everyday do I? Construction machine in the distance slowly being drowned out by the arrival of the garbage trucks on our street.  A motorcycle zips by the other main thoroughfare,  then a car… The squirrel has jumped onto the bird feeder sending countless birds scattering… they are louder now and not amused. The squirrel continues to eat their food designated for birds regardless. Our old couch has sat on the boulevard all week alone.  Today it is joined by a collection of weekly recycling and trash. Maybe the truck will take the couch too. A blue jay has successfully and loudly scared away the squirrel out of the bird feeder. It was as if that was it’s job because it did not stay to eat.  The rest of the birds are happy again.. With 2 century old trees cut down to the south of me, the neighbourhood seems more open than usual.  Adding to that sense of vastness would be the lack of leaves making the remaining trees seem larger with that ability to not let you see through them.  The birds can hide normally, but not now.  Every animal fights for a spot in an evergreen now.  A bush, a tree, they are all important sought after properties now.