Today was a beautiful and gorgeous day. Thanks to global warming, it was a balmy 41 degrees here, just south of the Yukon. This is January! When it's this warm, you see the locals busting out from cabin fever and going coatless, or jogging in shorts. Silly, but necessary. The winters can be so long. Gray endless sunless days that start in October stretch into March and sometimes April. Not on this day, though.
The sun was bursting through the sky, warming everything with it's golden honey dripping dazzle. I saw a tiny young Redheaded Woodpecker in one of the Catalpa trees this morning drumming away. It was a day that could bring the crocus' up through the frost. Hope was blooming.
Snowflake and I went to visit a brand new baby girl that was born just over 24 hours ago. She is perfectly exquisite, a full head of downy brown hair, a button nose and pink rosy cheeks. She is so so tiny compared to my Jolly Green Giant. Life changes so quickly.
I see a mother and her firstborn toddler son walking through the park together, alone. Delighting in eachother's presence, enjoying this precious moment of time. You can tell she is not a good, but a great mother by the way she responds to him, by the way she anticipates his needs. He in turn has prepared her well for the baby that's not seen but on the way.
Next year everything will be different. Different but just as beautiful as today. Hope will still be blooming.
1 comment:
I look forward to the days when it gets 41 here. I just wish the sun would shine here today. I am tired of hibernating.
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