I was playing with my roses, when the north wind began to blow. The wind harp began to sing her magical songs. I looked out the window and saw a light snow falling in the sunlight. The air was filled with music and glitter. I grabbed my coat and my hat.
I am reflecting today on 2007. I have looked back at each month. I remember the hope I had in January. I had made plans for exotic gardens. Mother Nature had another plan.
The Chick-a-dees reminded me of the Spring. It came so early and was frozen in April.
Nature changed me this past year. She changed the way I garden. She changed the way I find joy. She showed me planting native, planting for the butterflies, was exotic. She taught me to trust.
The Carolina Wrens always make me smile. Their song and their call is cheerful. They are just who they are. They taught me acceptance with joy.
The Cardinals were my birds for the year. I watched and learned their different nuances. I learned all their different sounds. I can anticipate their next move. They taught me awareness.
The White Breasted Nuthatches are new to my backyard. They taught me anything is possible. Somethings more probable when I cooperate with nature. Today as I gather 2007 I am aware of how much I have learned, not only about nature but also about myself. I am making my plans for 2008. I have a theme and a word. 2008 is my year to have fun. Please join me.
Weather delays create a domino effect for the airlines.
High winds in the west and a winter storm in the mid-west kept me on the ground for a few hours in the south. Storms move on and so did I .
I had planned for a day of travel. My carry on bag was full of nutritious snacks my daughter had packed for my return trip.
My new book, "The Pacific Northwest an Interpretive History" by Carlos Arnaldo Schwantes, kept me entertained. I will return to the Pacific Northwest. I want to see Portland , Oregon in the spring. I want to laugh again with my daughter and the Gulls.
Coming home was a delight. A freezing mist reminded us to be full of care as we followed the well known highways, black ice is invisible. We had all the time we needed to return safely, no hurry, no worry no stress.
Our son greeted us with warm lights and hugs. I slept in this morning. The birds had been well cared for while I was gone.