Around here we all say “if you don’t like the weather, just wait a little while. It’ll change”. I’m pretty sure that’s not unique to us, but it sure seems to apply to us.
The end of this past week, my morning window views looked like this:
The fall colors down below the pond area. Those glorious golds, rusts and reds – fall’s flowers. Fall makes me smile, a lot. Spring makes me smile as I watch green sprout from the saturated soil. Summer makes me smile when I can sit outside and enjoy the summer birds and breezes. Winter – well, winter makes me smile when we get the first big snowfall, when the sun comes out after the snow falls. Winter makes me happy for awhiile, but it usually lasts a bit longer than I would prefer.
The chubby little Fox Sparrow that has been visiting for awhile now and often flies into the tree outside my window. You cannot see in this photo, but the feathers on his back are brown with a bit of russet and look like velvet. His breast and stomach are white with the same russet brown spots, not quite stripes. This is the first year I remember seeing him, although he could have been here before and I didn’t notice.
Then there is Squi, who visits on a regular basis now. I think on this particular morning, he was not especially happy because the tray feeder was pretty empty and he was forced to forage from the hanging feeder. Sometimes I am not as attentive to his needs as he’d like me to be. Personally, I think he should just be grateful that I lobbied for, and won, permission for him to visit.
Then, this morning – well, this morning dawned dismal and rainy. That was okay, we haven’t had much rain so a rainy day was quite welcome. I’m ready to burrow inside, reading, perhaps watching a movie. But. Then. It. Changed.
Do you see it? Yep. Exactly. Disgusting, isn’t it? Too early, isn’t it? That’s what I thought. Yes, it was snow. It has stopped now, and the little bit that is on the ground will go away soon. But still. Still. It is November. Winter won’t be here until December, right? The calendar does not lie, does it?
Maybe Mother Nature doesn’t check the calendar. That’s probably what’s wrong.