Here in NH, we have plenty of birds that don’t migrate south. Lots and lots of squirrels, too.
When Hurricane Isaias (I think??) passed over NH a few months back, I looked out our window and our across-the-street neighbor was standing outside in the howling wind drinking a beer and cooking out on the grill. He finished up just in time for the torrents of sideways rain to start.
It is sound advice!
What a strange thing to say.
And today, the 3rd, is MY birthday! Happy birthday to both of us!
Inside, in your pajamas, with a cat on your lap and a book in your hand!
I used to walk across the Smoot bridge frequently!
There’s a big old Victorian house that’s reputed to be haunted near where my mom lives. Whenever I drive past it in the evening, I look for ghosts peering out the windows, and am both disappointed and relieved when there are none.
You poor thing. I feel sad for anyone who feels the need to spend their time doing… whatever it is you’re trying to do here. You needn’t bother responding, I won’t be wasting my time reading your ugly comments.