On the way to work this morning I was rugged up in gloves, hat, scarf and warm jacket, thinking, "Winter's arrived."
I also thought about hungry birds as I caught sight of some flitting about in the brass notes of autumn's last remaining leaves. And I thought of bird feeders and how every year I think about setting one up. All I need is a pine cone, suet and bird seed. No, come to think of it, all I need is the pine cone and the suet. I already bought the bird seed. About three years ago.
As I walked, I kept an eye out for the early arrival of the bus scooting past the stone wall on Silverton Street. It's always a worry, the thought that I might just miss it because of the bus being a tad early or me being a tad late. No such worries this morning, I arrived at the stop in plenty of time.
Other cities have much cooler colours for their buses; our province has been landed with an unfortunate yellow and blue combo that seems to limit us to producing facsimiles of an ugly 1980's office memo.
I thought again about setting up the bird feeder. Just as every year I think about growing sunflowers and sweet peas. One day I'll actually do it. One day before someone thinks up a creative way of combining yellow and blue; or the world ends. Whichever comes first.