Friday, January 18, 2008

The Optimism of the Sun


It's been a bleary winter for the most part thus far in 2008. We've had a few finches—purple finches and pine siskins—but still no redpolls or pine grosbeaks. And we've had a good bit of snow, too.

Today started out gray and bleary again. Then the carpet of clouds lifted slightly and the world turned a lovely warm peach color.

Sun shining over the eastern treeline and under the clouds drawing down.

Even the leafless whip-like branches of the weeping willow tree looked beautiful, like golden strands of hair.

The sycamore and trees in the old orchard, though leafless, took on a fall-like glow. From the orchard came some bird song, encouraging the sun to stay a little longer—a cardinal, a pair of Carolina wrens, a tufted titmouse, an eastern towhee.

At the peanut feeder, a pair of harlequin book ends: a red-breasted and a white-breasted nuthatch.


I thanked the sun and invited her to come back again any time. It's the sun's golden warmth that brings on the optimism making us smile and making the birds sing.

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