Every morning a cup of coffee is delivered to my bedside table.
As I glanced out the window birds were gathering around the cracked corn, I had tossed out earlier in the day. Amid the freezing ice and snow and scarcity of food I heard a bird singing.
Well, if you enjoy winter it’s expected to continue six more weeks according to Punxsutawney Phil.
Last week and the week before I stayed in most of the week and the weekend. There was the snow and the cold breezy winds the week before and the holiday the week after.
Perhaps we can take a moment to “look into the rearview mirror” as they say. It’s certainly been a strange year.
It wasn’t until the middle of the 1800s that Christmas was celebrated by most of the people living in America with typical Dutch, English and German traditions of yule logs, caroling, evergreen decorations, church services and a feast on Christmas day.
This would seem to be a good time to discuss hobbies, perhaps even start a new hobby.
Life’s activities have slowed down and fall has come in all its glory. The weather is mild and the colors are vivid. Late evenings often warrant sitting on the dock of the lake and watching as the day fades away.
It was a cool morning, perfect for sipping coffee and watching the world awaken from the front porch. Bluebirds flitted from phone wire to electric pole and back. Woodpeckers hammered a-rat-a-tat-tat.
I was pleased to see three tall stems of goldenrod full of their golden flowers swaying in the wind behind the fence of the perennial garden. Prairie fields that remain wild are full of wildflowers — blue, white and gold.