The other morning I woke to a faintly familiar sound. A strange chirping that reminded me of something deep in the recesses of my memory. What could it be? A call from another time. A time before the Polar Vortex. Wait a minute….! It couldn’t!

BIRDS?! It IS March, after all. But – birds?

Then in my ADD manner, I forgot about them – until I was on the way home from walking Michael to school. There it was again, but this time a cracking sound. “Woody? Woody Woodpecker? Is that you?” And sure enough it was. The other birds were building nests… I admired them for a while. And then –

OH, CRAP! NO ONE TOLD THE BIRDS… It’s still winter and they came anyway.

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Birds mean sunshine, and grass (that you can see) and BBQs, hanging out on the deck admiring the crocuses. But when I opened our gate…

 

 

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Well, here’s our deck

There’s the grill.

And they came anyway. 

It reminded me –

Sometimes normal beautiful things happen even in the midst of an unwelcome “new normal”. I can see hope through the ice.

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