Hmmmm, well, presently, when I look out my window, the snow seems to be the only thing I’m seeing. Ok, Henry, I get it. I need to look with my soul, not just my eyes. For example, that pile of snow across the river? It’s actually a beaver lodge. Imagine the beavers all cozy, doing what beavers do in the winter (lucky beavers).
And that fluttering leaf in the bushes is actually, OMG!!!, a chipmunk!This is like the game Chris and I would play many years ago, I Spy! Let’s see, what else? Wow! the trees are waking-up too! Oh cool, a pussy willow!!! Yeah, sure, it’s only one but more will follow.
I spy, with my little eye, yup, the river is starting to open up. It’s just some shades of grey (Not that kind of shades of grey. No whips and chains, please.) Even a bit it of shoreline is visible. Soon the whole river will be back (and, potentially in my basement).
Once the river is open, my ducks will be home. This might be a good time to replenish the corn and bread bins.
Lastly, Here they come!!!
Blessed be :]