It is ridiculous how much I feel like a kid this morning. Waking to a gentle snow on the trees reminds me of so many mornings when I was a kid. As hubby walked through the new fallen snow to put the bird feeders out this morning, I thought of my grandmother.
I have a strong memory of her donning her boots, coat and scarf to go outside. She took an old straw broom and swept away the snow from under the cascading forsythia bush. Then she spread breadcrumbs and oatmeal for the birds to eat.
My grandmother’s dining room looked out over the backyard. One morning I saw a red cardinal land on a snow covered branch – deep red against the stark white backdrop.
We woke to about six inches of snow. It is snowing still. The birds are flitting about trying to find a protected place to land, darting out momentarily to retrieve a seed from the feeder. This is some of nature’s best work and I am honored to be privy to it.
I am aware other people may be facing ice rather than snow. I am hoping that the ice holds off as much as possible. Right now it is snowing, big beautiful flakes.
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Written as part of Linda Hill’s JusJoJan.
Prompt word today (ridiculous) submitted by Lauren from LSS Attitude of Gratitude.