Monday, March 3, 2014

more birds and a poem

A winter poem echoing simplicity, since winter desires to linger and hold on tight.

                                              Bread and milk for Breakfast,
                                              A woolen frock to wear,
                                              And a crumb for robin redbreast
                                              on the cold days of the year.

~Christina G. Rossetti

The faithful and stout robin redbreast is the bird in our area that reappears in late January to remind us spring is just around the corner. Charlotte looked outside this afternoon and exclaimed,
"Oh, my goodness, look at all the robins!" Our yard was dotted with about one-half dozen or more. So even though spring might seem very distant with today's cold, it is on its way.

tea relish

Funny how little things scurry into my mind these days. Things "au nouveau" that prick interest, the voice in the back of my mind ...