At
time of writing, I’m looking at a sunny day, with temperatures in the mid- to
high-40s, and later this week it’s supposed to get into the 60s. So, March is
starting to put on its lambskin.
But
there are still small patches of snow left over from last Wednesday’s storm,
when March was decidedly lionlike.
From
my living room I had a wide-screen view of the birds out at the feeders:
And
while was watching the birds, I noticed a new arrival:
And
so I welcomed a fox sparrow, who has a distinctive hop/scratch movement:
As
I observed Foxy and Friends eagerly scarfing up the seed, I thought about what
a treat it was to be able to put out food for them, and to watch them—from my
warm living room. My power remained on, my heat never failed. I made green tea
and cinnamon toast; I cleaned out my refrigerator; I researched academic
institutions’ operating revenues. The worst thing that happened to me was
having that Japanese maple dump a load of snow on me when I went out to shovel
my walk.
Even
the USPS delivered!
Knowing
all too well that heat and power are not guaranteed in such weather—when the
argument can be made that you need them the most—I am grateful that my
neighbors and I were blessed in this regard. And I’m also grateful that we may
be tiptoeing into Spring. You know—warm, blooming Spring.
I think the birds are, too.
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Coffee, books, birds, peace.
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