It’s a beautiful, late winter morning. The sun is arriving earlier and the sky is brightening every moment luring us into the day. It’s a lazy Sunday and the animals are settled in beside me as I drink my steaming cup of coffee. The glowing fire in the woodstove is keeping us toasty as we look out the window on a chilly morning. The palette of the frost and winter-worn grass is a medley of beige, tan, and brown with sycamore seed pods decorating the grass like polka dots and the brown leaves lying like a paisley pattern. There is no greening of the trees yet, but you can almost feel the anticipation in the air as the temperatures climb into the 50s today. If I could understand the language of the trees, I think they would be stretching high into the sunshine, beginning to wake up from the long, winter’s nap. Their yoga pose is definitely sun salutation.
Two bald eagles swooped so low they almost hit the windows and the house. They swerved, just in time, like fighter jets at an air show. All the birds are winging their way to higher realms today. Their white feathers gleam in the sun as if they were lit from within. Higher and higher they are soaring towards clouds scudding across the sky leaving behind a brilliant, clear blue vista. Seagulls, crows, eagles, and a great blue heron are silhouettes in the sky. Closer to home, near our feeder are sparrows, black-capped chickadees, tufted titmice, and cardinals. The squirrel who likes to plunder our feeder and suet is sleeping in this morning and hasn’t made an appearance.
I need to get moving on many tasks that lie before me today. But I can’t tear myself from the window, watching the changing light and the wildlife. The peacefulness fills me with contentment and comfort. Dear Reader, wishing you a beautiful day.
