Great thing about mild weather – fantastic week here, Chinook winds, Valentine’s picnics, walking through puddles. Better yet, opening windows which are otherwise shuttered. Hearing traffic’s hum, someone’s chatter or far-off siren wailing – but mostly, birds singing.
Heard them just before first light, before Gusta and I went walking …
Heard them mid-morning, heard them throughout the day. Sure, I’ve seen them. Every day – winter birds, those wintering-here-birds who didn’t have enough sense to vacation in southern climbs and the daily flights overhead of Glenmore reservoir geese and ducks who never head south, all of which are wonderful sights. But the sound, mixed with fresh air, puts a sparkle in eyes and a spring in your step.
Or am I hearing those sounds because I have spring in my step?
I used to post to see how many likes I got, until I recalled that my main reason for posting is to have a journal/picture book for myself. I chose to share it with others and if they enjoy it I am happy. And if they don't I know that I did :), JT, Calgary, AB
Hi Mark, I just want to let you know I read your column today and it resonated with me. In thinking about responses from others, I’m attempting to train my 16-year old granddaughter to simply hit “reply” to say something as simple as “thanks, I got your email (or text).” Just so I know she got it. It’s taking longer to take hold than I imagined. J , Smiles, MN, Fort Worth, TX
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