Yesterday we woke up to a few inches of snow which fell
overnight. It was a quiet morning, shrouded in white. Shortly after I was up, a few birds broke the
silence with their songs…songs of hope, or praise, or joy, or all of the above-
no one really knows. Birds take life as it comes and make the best of it. This
is a good lesson for us humans. Other than ski enthusiasts and owners of snow resorts,
I imagine most of us grumbled when we saw the snow. And I don’t think that
grumbling counts as song *smiles*.
The snow, for me, was a good excuse to continue doing
nothing (which was my weekend goal, successfully achieved, I might add). I got into that mode late Saturday afternoon
after a lovely trip to Killdeer
Plains Wildlife Area to watch migrant Trumpeter swans.
The air felt warm; 42f- and the sky was filled with shades of blue that were
almost impossible to believe. Could it be that new shades of blue had been invented,
or could it be that a winter full of grey skies had caused me to forget the awesomeness
of blue skies?
Clouds swept away those blue pigments in a hurry, by Sunday
morning the sky was prepped and ready for snow. I must admit that I like snow,
even the early Spring variety. I’ll take it over cold, dreary rain any day. But
that taste of spring on Saturday was enough of a teaser to make Monday’s snow
harder to appreciate.
As I stood at a window, feeling nice and cozy inside while
taking pictures of cardinals, chickadees, woodpeckers, blue jays, and sparrows
flitting about looking for food, I changed my attitude. The birds literally “whistled
while they worked”. I realized that if
those little feathered creatures could get their jobs done on a cold, snowy day
(and in a happy manner) so could I.
I can’t whistle worth a hoot, and even my humming a happy
tune is off key, so I opted for listening to favorite songs. Somehow, music and
snow seems like a marriage made in heaven. And with the Earth dressed like a
cloud and filled with joyful noises, and no pressing work or deadlines looming
over me, Monday ended up being a bit like heaven on earth for me. And I owe it
all to a lesson learned from birds.
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