These pretty pink blossoms are on the flowering quince down at Justin's house. The snow and cold of a few days ago seem not to have damaged the bloom, thank goodness.
And this big bird is a wild turkey hen who's become a daily visitor to our bird feeder. She's a little shy -- when she catches sight of me she doesn't panic and fly off but she's still a bit uneasy and begins to move away.
But this box-like thing below . . . this has me baffled. This is cropped from the picture in yesterday's post -- and it wasn't really there.
I took the picture of the room at night, did the post, and then noticed the . . . object. What's this, then? I wondered and trundled back upstairs to see what it could be.
And there was NOTHING there.
A hazy, wispy shape suggesting a woman with flowing draperies would be one thing but the ghost of a box? And it casting a shadow?
I don't know; this has got me puzzled.
I took the picture of the room at night, did the post, and then noticed the . . . object. What's this, then? I wondered and trundled back upstairs to see what it could be.
And there was NOTHING there.
A hazy, wispy shape suggesting a woman with flowing draperies would be one thing but the ghost of a box? And it casting a shadow?
I don't know; this has got me puzzled.
