I don’t know what the weather’s like around your house this week… I hear tell that some folks have got daffodils already. We don’t have daffodils. We have snow. And wind. And icy-mix, whatever that may be. In fact we have so much of the aforementioned weather that our church services were canceled yesterday. We don’t have daffodils yet, or even snowdrops. We won’t see our crocus for several weeks yet. But that’s okay. Don’t feel sorry for us… we have something to tide us over until the days of green grass and bright blooms.
We have our birds.
We’ve got chickadees and sparrows and cardinals and blue jays. Soon we’ll have robins and bluebirds and orioles. We still have our juncos yet, and we always always have our sweet little house finches. I know a mama’s not supposed to have favorites, but the house finches are my favorite… at least for today. I love how they perch in the bushes, all in a line, waiting patiently for their lord and master to attend to their never-ending needs. I love how drab and plain they are except for the streaks of red that extend from their beaks to their stomachs. Maybe it’s a trick of nature, maybe it’s an optical illusion, maybe it’s some nifty feature that God built into their little systems when He was creating them… I don’t know; but those rosy little breasts of theirs seem to grow brighter as the weather gets stormier.