And with the dawn...

It's a bright, sunny day. Cold, but sunny. I am not usually a fan of this kind of day. For some reason, bright sun brings on headaches for me. But not today.

There is just a hint of spring in the cold, cold air. The sounds of birds singing again, the daffodil buds barely peeking through the dirt, the squirrels playing their games of tag again in the yard. Just enough spring to lift my heart.

I spent the weekend sobbing, singing the "Poor me, poor me" song. But I'm over it. I still don't think I'm strong enough to visit my favorite eastside haunts yet--I know I'll get weepy without my constant companion. But today's dawn brings a hopeful promise of good things to come, and I'm gonna go with it. I have so much. I am so lucky. And grateful.

A bevy of birds

Wow, were the birds going crazy at your house last night? Granted, we had thunderstorm warnings, but there were battalions of birds doing aerial battle last night! They started out with just loud chirping, but soon, large flocks were zooming from one place to another in our back woods and yard. It seemed like a bird version of "West Side Story" was playing out in the trees! What's up with that???? Was it like that where you are?