It’s looking a lot like this again today. I think we’re in a rut, with this snow falling from the skies thing happening so often.
We planned, Kat and I, to go to town today to take care of some things she needs to do while she’s in this country, and to fill our pantry with the makings of Christmas dinner. That plan was changed yesterday when I studied the forecast for last night and today. We still plan to go in tomorrow for pedicures and massages – to have a day of pampering. Then again on Wednesday, to do those things we are not doing today. In the meantime, we shall stay inside where it is warm and dry, and view the goings on outside our windows, where the quail feed.
We’ve been hibernating, looking out the windows, singing bits and pieces of winter songs that fit the weather. “Baby, it’s cold outside”. “Roasting chestnuts by the open fire”. Except we don’t have a fire, open or otherwise, so we dream. And we watch as the birds flit about, landing in the bird tree. They come for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the feathered and furred creatures that visit my yard.
It’s pleasant, this hibernating thing. I’m ignoring the news, the campaigning, all negative thoughts. It might snow on my parade, but I’ll not allow any raining on it during these holidays. So those of you out there who cannot suppress your nasty inclinations – you will not enter my thoughts, my heart, my home. It’s not allowed! I will focus on the squirrel who performs gymnastics when he steals sunflower seeds from the bird feeder.
The hawk who flies in to cause stress and upset, he’s not invited for dinner.
The mean girl Mourning Dove who thinks the world is her oyster, and does not allow her kin to feed where she feeds, she’s not invited for dinner either.
If you come in peace, if you believe in harmony, understanding, tolerance – you are invited for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You are welcome to sit at my table.
Who are you inviting to join you this holiday season?