




There are a few more photos here.
We observed this fuzzy woolly bear caterpillar today at Fort Stark in Newcastle, New Hampshire. According to the old wives' tale, the width of the brown mid-section of this caterpillar indicates the severity of the winter to come. The wider the brown, the milder the winter. This is the caterpillar stage of the Isabella tiger moth, Pyrrharctia isabella. It will hibernate as a caterpillar over the winter and then spin a cocoon in the spring.
The weather today was certainly mild; about 10 degrees above normal. We enjoyed being outside in the sunshine on the beautiful seacoast. In addition the the woolly bear, we found a neat a skeleton (probably a bird), broke open milkweed pods to watch the seeds fly, took a lot of pictures and wrote our names in the sand.
This afternoon, I took the little ones on a leaf peeping excursion across Route 101 to Keene, New Hampshire. On the way there, we stopped at Miller State Park and drove up the auto road to the summit of Pack Monadnock. The kids were absolutely thrilled!
They climbed the fire tower three times and then wandered around on the summit looking for trail blazes. We found the yellow triangles of the Wapack Trail, but then the red circles looked more intriguing, so we followed those instead. We made a short stop at the Raptor Migration Observatory and saw a turkey vulture from a distance. We were all happy to be in the mountains and are looking forward to going back.
There are dozens more places that I'll add to my list as the little ones get older. Our area of New England is rich in history and I am looking forward to when they are old enough to appreciate it.
There are a few titles here that aren't completely age appropriate, but thankfully my little ones aren't old enough to figure out the meaning of all the lyrics. The innuendo is lost on them! I love how they choose music based on the rhythm and whether or not they can groove to it.
After many, many days of rain, my garden has been taken over by weeds. I'm hoping to take advantage of the drier weather to whip it in to shape. And while I weed, the kids will be shaking their sillies out in the sunshine. May all your weeds be wildflowers!
This morning, our dear friend Bear passed away. He had gone to the vet to get his health certificate for traveling. The stress must have been too much for him, because shortly after he returned home, he became distressed and then stopped moving. He was gone by the time Mr. Q and my oldest got him back to the vet's office, apparently of a heart attack. We are saddened, but slightly comforted knowing that he died here at home and not on a plane all cold and alone.
In August of 1998, my oldest and I found Bear tangled in the blackberry bushes behind my parents' house in Maine. He was a scrawny feral kitten with a tummy full of worms and the worst case of ear mites our vet had ever seen. He was a low maintenance cat, preferring to sleep the day away and only seek attention when it fit his needs. He always enjoyed sleeping under our bed; under the coffee table was a favorite spot, as well. He was quite timid, and even as a kitten, he didn't want to go outside like our other cat, Ariel. He never had a knack for jumping, either.
Bear moved with us from Maine to New Hampshire, to Massachusetts and then to Nevada, growing chubbier every year. He never liked the car, but all told, he moved nine different times (if you count his first trip as a terrified kitten) and always managed to calm down after the car trips. Sadly, it was not meant to be this time.
Good bye, Bear. I hope you are safely across the rainbow bridge!
Mr. Q signed all of the paperwork this morning and it has been filed with the Registry of Deeds. We are now officially homeowners! Mr. Q took this photo back in late November before the ice storm and before the snow. I'm anxious to see it.