上一年，过得既快，又漫长。过得快，是感觉自己上岁数的速度；过得漫长，是这一年川普的折腾叫人疲惫，坏消息频传，觉得一年象是好几年。
好在生活中还有光亮: 参加妇女游$行和科学游$行; 去法国; 看汉弥尔顿音乐剧; 读书;
每年从国内飞来公务的大学室友照旧来看我;
年前,二十一年没见的老友全家从南半球来相聚；除夕夜和附近刚认识,很舒服的一家人在壁炉前喝着红酒守岁。还有，上周暴风雪，得以在家里拿手机拍下来屋后的一些鸟。不大清楚，但还是放上来，请包涵着看。
在照片最后，因为前两天看了部讲爱米丽迪金森的电影，放一首她写到小鸟的诗－＂希望是有羽毛的东西＂。
红衣主教雌鸟:
蓝松鸦:
:
某种啄木鸟 (Red-bellied Woodpeckers or Ladder-backed
Woodpecker?):
Dark-eyed Junco?
红衣主教雄鸟:
蓝松鸦:
哀鸽(泣鸽)和蓝松鸦
北美山雀 (Tufted
Titmouse)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
By Emily
Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
