This heron was trying to blend in with the pine trees and marsh grass at Bethel Beach when I visited a while back.
I remembered taking quite a few pictures but never got around to looking at them until today, more than a month later.
I can't believe the last time I posted was December 31.
And how did it get to be February 11 already?
They say time flies when you're having fun, but January and February are never fun months for me. They're typically the longest, darkest, coldest, most-indoors-est, least sunshiny-est time of year. I leave for work in the cold darkness and return home in the cold darkness.
There are signs that things are changing, however, and hope is on the horizon. The daffodils in my front yard are poking through the cold, hard ground, and all of a sudden I'm noticing more songs from the birds.
The Chesapeake Bay Family has been plodding along mostly uneventfully. My children, my parents and my sisters are all doing OK. Son is currently teaching English to six-year-olds in Madrid. He's headed to Machu Picchu in the summer to work for a company called Global Leadership Adventures (he also worked for them last summer in Costa Rica). I'm seriously considering a visit if the stars and planets align.
I'm also looking forward to a cruise the end of March, a 70s music themed cruise . It's my reward to myself for surviving these dreary months of January and February.
Other than making the arduous trek from Mathews to Williamsburg during the work week and laying low on the weekends, there's not much else to report. I just wanted to check in and make sure I still knew how to blog. I do.
I hope all is well in your world.