“It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.”

This morning I filled the four sunflower feeders, and the spawn came back, the red one which jumps from the rail to the feeder over and over again. I chased it away, but it will be back. It always is. I thought about ways to encourage the spawn to pack its little bags and move elsewhere. I came up with a slingshot flinging paperclips, a pea shooter, a wire covering the food slots, electrifying the rail from where it jumps and a wee guillotine though I did reject that last one but only after giving it some consideration. I’m thinking the wire might be the best choice only because my aim with the slingshot and pea shooter mightn’t be up to the task.

The day is a pretty one. I found some more croci in the garden. Three of them are open and basking in the sun. I also saw a snowdrop, a lovely and delicate flower, by the stairs. The hyacinths are getting taller, and I can see their buds. It may only be 34˚ but it feels like spring to me. Flowers carry hope about them.

The mornings are noisier now. The birds have started greeting the day. Their songs are most welcome sounds.

In the church I attended in my hometown, there was a tiny pew in the back. It was the last one in the church and held only two people. I used to wonder why it was there and eventually decided they ran out of space but wanted balance at the end of the rows instead of a weird bare spot. I loved that pew and thought of it as the pew of the impious. I always sat, stood or knelt when everyone else did, but I never paid attention. Sometimes I sneaked in a book and read the latest adventures of Trixie Beldon. I tried to look saintly and reverent with my head bowed, and because all the people were in front of me and couldn’t see what I was reading, I think I pulled it off. When the ushers came by with their baskets, the book was hidden. I dropped my dime in the basket, waited for the usher to move along and then went back to my book. Mass went quickly when I was otherwise preoccupied so it was often a surprise when the priest said, “The Mass is ended go with God.” I took him at his word and scooted out the door and down the stairs. I was probably close to halfway home before the church had even emptied. I never minded going to mass when I had a good book to keep me company.

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10 Comments on ““It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    The day started with absolutely no wind at all, then it came back just as strong as before but either it died totally or changed direction because suddenly it was possible to stay outside again.It got quite warm until clouds came and covered the sun and this is the start of a cooler week they say.

    I onlyPeople are always so slow when leaving fill the feeders every second day now, the birds are busy doing other things like singing spring songs in the trees. I even heard the cranes from the lake even if they aren’t that many yet. I’m hoping our cranes that nest around the village will come soon, I sort of miss having them shouting in the garden early mornings 🙂

    People are always so slow leaving church. It seems as if they need to talk to every one else being there 🙂 I don’t have that problem, I want to go home as soon as it is over 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      Even if this is a cooler week, you have been blessed this winter. I think it is warm at 37˚ which tells you how cold it has been.

      My feeders are filled with bird, motley gold finches. I have to go out later and fill their thistle feeders, and I also bought more surf for those feeders.

      I’m with you-get out quickly and get home.

      Have a wonderful Sunday!

  2. flyboybob Says:

    Spring took a break today with clouds, cool temperatures and lots of gusty wind from the Northwest.

    Whenever I conduct a class the students will always sit in the back row first unless I have put out name tents where I want them to sit. My room only has four rows of tables with three chairs at each table but they all head for the back row first. I didn’t know that everyone who comes to my class thinks it’s a Baptist church 🙂

    Maybe the good lord gave us the innate sense to read a book secretly or to snooze whenever a man or woman gets up on a pulpit to tell us his or her interpretation of the golden rule. I’m always suspicious of anyone who professes to have a direct line to the deity or inside knowledge of the Bible.

    I’m glad that you feed the birds during the winter because less of them are migrating and pooping on cars while flying north or south. Birds have an uncanny ability to aim their excrement at new cars. A few years ago we bought a nice flower pot to put on the porch next to the front door. We filled it with beautiful artificial flowers which require no water, no fertilizer and still look good today. My favorite plants are fakes because they don’t disappoint. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I wish we had a spring that needed a break.

      I know those students. We all had the ones who gravitated to the backseat hoping for anonymity. They didn’t get it from me. I always called on them so they couldn’t hide.

      I suspect it is any church!

      Most times the sermon was less Biblically centered than morally centered. It was advice, sort of, about how we should live our lives. If it got on the Bible the priest lost a good part of his audience, and you could hear the impatient rustling.

      I love flowers and fill my garden in front with them and pots on the deck. They give so much color and beauty. I sometimes see fake flowers in flower boxes and do laugh at them.

      I figure if the birds are brave enough to stay around all winter I’ll make sure they get food.

      • flyboybob Says:

        It’s hard to be anonymous in a class of six or seven but the back of the class syndrome is hard to overcome. You are correct about the back pews in any church or synagog. We Americans profess to be very religious and not very spiritual. Here in the South it’s easier to pick on the Southern Baptists. Why don’t Baptists have sex standing up? Someone might think that they were dancing.

        My maternal grandfather had a green thumb. He could make anything blossom anywhere from just a cutting. I didn’t inherit any of his talent. If I plant anything it will die within a few months. I stopped mowing my own lawn because the grass would die behind the mower. I have a nearly brand new Honda Harmony self propelled mower in my garage that I should sell. I hired a lawn service to save my grass years ago.

        Are you sure the birds are brave or just dumb. Let’s spend the winter up north and maybe someone will feed us.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        I think the birds aren’t migratory. They stay here every winter. On this street they have two food stops.

        I also have a lawn service but not because I kill mine but because I just don’t want the drudgery. I have an irrigation system so the lawn usually looks green and healthy.

        My classes were much larger. Some years I had as many as 35 and as few as 20.

        I chuckled at your Baptist line!

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I throw wildlife food with whole peanuts on the ground. The spawns eat that and leave the bird feeders alone. Since eating food off the ground requires little creative thought, my spawns retain the correct squirrel IQ instead of developing brains the size of planets trying to figure out how to heist bird feed out of “squirrel proof” feeders. 🙂

    In church I sang in the junior choir because I figured if I had to be there, and I did, I might as well do something I enjoyed. I used to hide a paperback up the sleeve of my cassock so that I could read during the sermon. It was the only way to deal with it.

    Rocky and I went to Plum Island this morning. I froze while taking photographs. Rocky had never been there before so he was ecstatically sniffing and peeing on all the new territory.
    I bought some stuff for corned beef and cabbage. Mine will be corned beef and brussels sprouts because there was no cabbage left except for bok choy that seemed a bit frozen from its long journey in the truck.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I tried that and the spawns finished the peanuts then went back to the seed. The feeder is grey spawn proof but the red spawns are too light to trigger the bar. If the birds wouldn’t get hurt, I’ll electrify it!

      A woman after my own heart! WE only had a choir on special occasions like Christmas, and it was a boy’s choir. I love a choir.

      It was cold here too but with less wind so it felt milder. Gracie was even sunning herself on the deck for a while.

      My friend is making the corned beef and cabbage. We will also make tomorrow our Amazing Race day as we’ll DVR it tonight. I’m looking for ward to dinner. Brussels sprouts are green so they’ll work!

      Have a great evening!

  4. sprite Says:

    It’s been cool enough this winter that we’ve actually had a good snowdrop season. Usually the ground warms up so quickly they only last a couple days. That said, croci have been up a couple weeks, and daffodils are cheerfully nodding where the snow has melted from yesterday’s storm. On Sunday, I saw some knobbly hyacinth buds waiting for the storm to pass to emerge. I suspect they’ll be up by next weekend. Spring is nearly here!

    • katry Says:

      sprite,
      It is still too cold to say spring is here, but I do have flowers blooming in the front garden: yellow croci, snowdrops, budding daffodils and the nubbly bud of the hyacinths.

      The weatherman just said a dusting of snow for tomorrow night and weather in the 20’s. This has been the coldest of winters.


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