Today my flower beds reappeared in front of the house for it was warm as summer and very invigorating. I hung the new birdfeeders, two in the trees and one from the front deck. It didn't take long at all for the birds to discover their whereabouts and partake of the sunflower seeds. Eventually, the forest outback will also have feeders dangling like ornaments from their branches as well as homes for my nesting friends.
I've been busy moving flowerpots to more permanent stations and putting up brackets so that others may be suspended from the rail. It will be wonderful to have them in bloom with flowers trailing as they do in European villages. I will have to locate my seeds soon but I will wait a little while longer knowing this warmth may be but a brief respite. I've swept up two bags of seed husks from the driveway as the snow receded and they thawed in the warmth of the sun.
The roof provides a constant sound like raindrops as the snow melts from the shady side. Part of the stairs are now showing through the snow although there is still a large ridge of ice down the middle and the backyard, as it is shaded by the large grove of oaks, still deep in snow. The steady melting from the front is causing a stream of water to run around the side of the house to the back. If enough snow runs into the crevice that is carved into the earth a small stream will form. It will take many more days of summerlike conditions to clear the hills around me, including my own. The snow berm is slowly dissipating and gravity is caring it downhill.
The ever-changing, continuously evolving, world and the mountains is like being in a constant state of joy. The evenings are still cool and require warm jacket outdoors. The sky slowly deepens into a cobalt gray and the moon and stars are beginning to make their appearance. The mountain blur into a dark shadow, it's detail disappearing into the dusk. It has been a day of serenity, as well as accomplishment. The decks are clean again and I have placed a rug in the front of the lower door, as there will be much mud of foot. Lord, thank you for this wonderful day.
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