First thing in the morning, I step outside to let the dog out. Steam billows from my breath and crispy white sheets crunch under my boots. A soothing song greets me from high above. Wait, what? There’s a bird singing? I can’t remember the last time I heard a bird sing. The branches are still bear and the ground is blanketed in white. Birds don’t sing in the winter. Am I dreaming?
I blink upwards, then squint to focus between the spiny sticks. Something flitters.
I run inside to grab my good camera, because my phone just won’t do the job. I zoom in and click.
I’m being serenaded by a regal red beauty.
Hope fills my spirit that spring must be near.
I went about my usual daily activity. That night, when I went out to get the mail in the icy air, my hopes for spring, dashed. I only had my phone, so please excuse the grainy pictures.
The above photo is a view of our front yard. Looks like water, doesn’t it? Nope, just shiny snow.
Can you make out this photo? Fluffy, glistening snow is long gone. Instead, it’s weathered and trampled. The driveway is at the top of the picture, and the light from the garage is reflecting glazed, brittle snow. Looks slick, but it actually crumbles beneath my steps.
If the beautiful cardinal was trying to send a message that spring is around the corner, the forecast isn’t paying attention. Rain this weekend and then another drastic temperature drop next week.
This too shall pass. Have a wonderful weekend.