Eagles for Valentine's Day

One eagle, calling, calling. (Well, squeaking, squeaking.)

Lonely on Baikie Island.

Two eagles. Happy now.

Love bug?

I picked this up in a thrift store, some years ago, and it's been resting quietly on a bottom shelf, keeping out of trouble. Finally, its chance came: it waved at me this morning, shouting, "Hey! It's Valentine's Day! My day to shine!"

Scorpion, 4 1/2 inches long, trapped in acrylic. I don't know where it's from.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

Hearts and Flowers for Valentine's Day

This was my grandmother's purse, long, long ago. I wonder; did she carry her lacy handkerchief in it when she walked out with my grandfather? There isn't room in it for much else.

It went well with her ribbons and lace collar.

Detail

Two by two

Valentine's Day is almost here, and the birds at Boundary bay are in the mood already:

Matching outfits

The singer, with his shy mate in the background

Of one mind

"Come and sit by me!"

Side by side

Along the Ladner Trunk Road, an eagle pair was sitting in a tree next to last year's nest, discussing upgrades.

And a lonely chickadee, still without his mate, called out, over and over, "Here, sweetie! Here, sweetie!"

Last year, in a blackberry bush by the dike, a small bird decorated her nest with pages from a book. We found it this afternoon, bleached and torn, but still recognizable.

"Our babies will grow up with everything they need; berries, butterflies and books, too!"

Interlude

Enough of winter! Valentine's Day calls for sunshine and flowers. So we headed to the Banana Belt; the streets one block north of the US border, in Beach Grove.

The sunshine was iffy, but the gardens cooperated:

Pussy willows.


The metallic, glittery eye of a (fake) frog.


Frost-hardy flowers.


Tinies; primulas hiding under the leaf litter.


Pink heather.


First snail of the season.


Very yellow. A primula shows off its corrugated leaves.


Little drooping light bulbs. Snowdrops.


Clumps of snowdrops in a yard packed with them.


Eros dreaming over his burnished globe. We join him, in miniature, among the growing things.

And the day ends where it begins, with love.

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Hard-hearted?

... Heart of Stone. Not the thing for Valentine's Day.


Found at Mud Bay, last summer.

Left where I found it.

February 14th and all dolled up...

... and ready to go. Wining and dining, I hope?

Not really. We're going to IKEA. For lunch.

Not much more to say tonight: I've been busy for hours, writing poetry and crafting a Valentine's Day card for Laurie. Now for some beauty sleep.

Zzzzzzz!

Roses are Red

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and roses are in order.

Here are a few, all taken in Strathcona last summer.