My eyes have been drawn to the windows, gazing for long periods of time, searching the air for movement. Here and there a tiny little snowflake floats gently, silently. The others are so few and far between that you would only see them if you were watching for them. It happens so rarely here that it is still magical, that first snowfall. And I have found myself highly distracted by the possibility.
As much as I'd like to see it snow, making the most of the winter while it is here, my heart of hearts will always long for the spring to come. My gaze looking beyond the snowflakes to the first shoots of green springing from the frozen ground, the first sight of new growth on a tree.
This upcoming spring offers some new adventures that I am looking forward to. Come March and April I will be hard at work digging up the ground and starting a garden. There is just nothing like watching a garden come to life!
AND, I am pleased that my husband agreed to keeping chickens. Our city even recently lifted the ordinance against chickens. We will all at once learn animal husbandry, teach our boys the same, and provide ourselves with a food source. New adventures!
For now we are in the throes of December along with everyone else. Watching for snow, bundling up, drinking all sorts of warm beverages. I love the activity of the birds this time of year. I know that they are hungry and it thrills me to be able to offer them some respite.
Just today: thirteen little tails in the air, thirteen little beaks, all descended at once!
What's the hullabaloo out the window?
A peek into my home:
The shelf in the dining room...full of things that make me smile.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
- Laura Ingalls Wilder