My mother often said 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions.' I always took it to mean that people told themselves, and sometimes other people, that they intended to do something good, but then didn't. As in announcing the intention to cook up a dinner and deliver it to the neighbors, but never getting around to it. That's definition number two in Wikipedia.

The other definition is that well-intended things may have unexpected consequences, like importing an exotic animal to eat a persistent pest, but once all the pests are gone, the new animal becomes the pest.

With my mother, it was the first one, and I can remember so many disappointments when she didn't follow through on something she told me she was going to do. I don't know if she realized I saw that as a problem, or she had so many plans the ones she didn't follow through on were not significant enough to think about.

I was intending to post here more often, but time gets away from me, and all of a sudden it has been too long since the last one. After several weeks' absence, our adult foxes are back, and their winter coats are growing in.

Sometimes the game camera catches one in an especially fetching pose.


After a month of warm, dry weather, we were hoping for snow today, or at least some rain, but it's just cloudy and chilly and humid out, with sunny weather coming for the rest of the week.