January Afternoon


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Everything is asleep around me.  My trees.  My roses and flowers.  My garden.  All waits in quiet patience for a new Spring.  I bundle up to stay warm against the frigid breeze when I go outside for a walk or to do some outside chores.  The wind is reshaping the land by blowing the snow around.  The path that I broke so I could feed the bunnies and the birds is slowly being obliterated by being covered with the blowing snow.

I stopped several times to watch the wind blowing the snow around and carving new drifts.  Somewhere in the back of my head I heard a piano playing gently and it was soon accompanied by a violin playing.  The notes moved with the breeze and the movement of the snow across the ground.  It was easy to be lost in a moment of time.

It’s funny to me how a stroke took a physical part of me away yet opened the door to a mental part of me that I forgot existed.

Monday Morning


So the snow ended sometime last night when I was in a warm bed.  Now begins the fun part of digging out.  But it’s OK cuz Jim has implements of destruction and toys for this.  The snowblower will make short work of all of it and I’ll help out the girls next door.  They crack me up.

Mr. Blue Jay was not going to let some snow deter him from feeding this morning.  He was throwing snow everywhere to get at the peanuts and the fruit laying below it.  I’ll have to clean the snow out from it and my regular feeder so the birds won’t move on.

In the meanwhile it’s first things first and the first thing on the agenda is a cup of coffee.  It looks a bit cool out there right now.