Winter wears her charms.
At two below, with fresh snow.
Warms cold hearts and souls.
I was tired and cranky as I slowly drove into the garage after work last night.
It had been trash pick up day, and my empty garbage can and recycling bin still needed to be dragged back up to the house.
“I’ll just take care of it in the morning,” I muttered to myself.
But then I noticed my recycling bin had been more than kicked to the curb, and was blocking part of the road.
Irritated at the trash man, I sauntered down the driveway back towards the bin and garbage can.
When I bent down to pick up the bin, something caught my eye up in the sky.
It was a brilliant sunset that stopped me in my tracks.
Fiery shades of red and orange at first, it quickly melted into pastels of pinks and blues.
I took a quick picture, though it fell a bit short of capturing the majestic display in the sky.
But fortunately some of my Facebook friends caught it, and their shots quickly bloomed like sorely needed flowers in my newsfeed.
What a gift, I thought.
I’ll never look at garbage day quite the same.
And I believe it’s just replaced Friday as my favorite day of the week.
Sure, some are calling it chilly this morning at ten below. But I’m calling it borderline balmly.
After all, I live in Minnesota and the sun dogs here don’t believe in hibernation.
Corgi Maddie was smiling early on her dog bed by the stove this morning as I layered up in ragg wool, a salt stained parka, and tired boots to carry her outside.
At 13, my old girl’s now lame in her back legs yet still flies like an eagle across the snow with the greatest of ease.
And an abundance of joy.
She’s adapted well and so have I to her loss.
Yet carrying Maddie’s hefty steerage down the three steps from the kitchen to the porch, and then down two more to the backyard, I began to notice a pain in my lower back.
Still what a gift she is with her condition, I was thinking as I just slowed my pace.
If it wasn’t for Maddie, I’d be missing the warmth of the sun’s rays on my face this beautiful day.
And the cardinal’s spirited song.
As we returned to the toasty kitchen a few minutes later, I noticed my steaming coffee tasted less bitter than usual.
And my berry scone, much sweeter.
Spring’s nearly here, I whispered softly.
Checking my calendar, I discovered it’s just five weeks away.
Sounds like today day will be a perfect one to select my flower seeds of blue, pink and white.
Any try on some potential bathing suits.
Happily, one size smaller this year.
Maybe this afternoon I’ll even take a ice pick to my crop of chocolate colored lawn ornaments gifted to me by my four legged Valentines over the winter.
After all, picnic season is on the way.
Oh, I can feel it in my bones.
And I see it now in the smiles of the snoring dogs at my feet, dreaming of green grass and bustling butterflies to come.
I smile too with warmth, just at the sight.