Etsy Stories: The Bird Watcher

I'd never complain about the weather in Hawaii, but I will say that the subtle pastels of spring are a thrillingly unexpected end to winter each year, and sometimes I miss them. When you imagine a plant hearty enough to push it's way through the sludge, muck and salt crusted ice chunks of a Minnesota winter, would you ever imagine something as delicate and elegant as a crocus? And can one really appreciate how lovely the first crocus of spring is, without enduring the ice and howling winds of January?

Anyway, here is a little Etsy Story for Spring about The Bird Watcher.

On a brisk March morning in Maine, our heroine is gathering supplies for a day in the woods. Her trusty field notebook is essential.

She pulls on her sturdy snow Boots. (Birders can't do their job with cold, wet feet, now can they?)

She bedecks her earlobes with these Sparkly Emerald Earrings, because a day in the woods shouldn't be a day without glamour.

She brings along her Berry Picking Basket, just in case she comes across some sort of wild edible. (You never know where mushrooms, rhubarb and wild greens might turn up!)

Her canteen and Girl Scout Handbook have come in handy before, so into the pack they go...

Along with her favorite antique Bird Book. The illustrations are very helpful for identification!

Bird watching often means getting very still and doing lots of waiting, so she passes the time by making beautiful pen and ink drawings.

With the help of her prized Antique Field Glasses,

She catches a glimpse of several very rare species, including the ever elusive Bird No 17.

When she arrives back from her adventure, cheeks red from the cold spring air, she unwraps her scarf and unbuttons her flannel coat, leaves her boots in a puddle of slush in the mud room and pops some cheerful fiddle music on her rustic i-pod docking station.

She heads to the kitchen to make a mug of steaming spiced tea and a Plate of raspberry shortbread.

While she munches them she contemplates her favorite painting, which hangs at eye level, just across from her favorite overstuffed chair.


Tomorrow, she'll spend the day making preserves to fill these jars with the first flavors of spring.