Since we live along narrow, twisty, hilly roads in Tennessee, this former California girl does not drive during icy weather. I simply don't have the skills. So, my 12 year-old son, 13 year-old daughter, and I have stayed at home for the past week. Thankfully, we've had enough food, but we're getting to the point where I really need to go shopping.
Mostly, I've been sitting curled up under a blanket on the couch, fluffy black cat on my lap, computer by my side. There's only so much time I can spend working on products one-handed (I MUST pet his majesty kitty as he demands, or else he walks across my keyboard) and checking social media before I am bored out of my mind. Plus, my latest product is almost finished, BUT I need to write the answer key. Uuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnngh! I just can't stand it this late at night, and so I find myself paying attention to this poor little neglected blog, trying to share something beautiful that came out of the cold weather. And here it is . . .
My son came in bursting with excitement one morning during the storm. He wouldn't stop jabbering about all the birds flying around outside, and insisted I come out to see.
I insisted on finishing my breakfast, but finally I consented to go out in the cold. I expected to see a flock of nondescript birds in the trees, but what I saw amazed me.
Everywhere around us, they flew, streaks of fire through the snowflakes, cranberries swirling mist-like through the frozen air before bursting like spring-time flower buds onto ice-enshrouded tree limbs.
Spring is coming in a couple months, but the robins decided to come early to the party. :-)
