Dear Beautiful Friends,
After days and days of snow and shadow, this morning is bright with winter sunshine. I peer out my study window to see brilliant blue skies with hardly a cloud and nary a chimney puffing out warm smoke.
Temperatures are hovering near freezing today ... it only takes a day or two of the -30 stuff to make anything else feel quite balmy. It'll make for a lovely day for the to-ing and fro-ing of Christmas shoppers later on.
There's a peace over the neighbourhood, not that it's ever noisy ... unless it's a lawn mower or snow blower racketing away in the distance. If it stays this warm, perhaps we'll see kids out making snowmen later in the day. I'll love that.
A lone chickadee just flew into the backyard. These cheeky ones tend to enjoy peace and quiet when they feed, and so one or two or three will come when other species have feasted and dispersed.
We always look forward to our resident downy woodpecker showing up. Not to mention the northern flicker. We sometimes wonder if the pair of them are 'friends' as they oft appear the same time.
Christmas cards are waiting to be written out ... yes, they probably should be in the mail already, but I hate rushing notes to far away friends and family, sending a mere crumb of attention, when surely a slice of one's life would be much more satisfying to receive. You know ... to touch a heart, not just get a job done.
I'll probably plug in a seasonal movie while I do that. I enjoyed one of my favourites last night, the old classic The Bishop's Wife with Cary Grant, Loretta Young, David Niven. But on such a bright, sunny day I think something fun like Home Alone would fit the bill.
I've got Christmas carols crooning away in the kitchen where I should be soon... as hubby has said he's got a hankering for homemade mushroom soup for lunch. I agree, it seems perfect.
I was in the mood to chat with you a wee bit... to say hello and wish you a peace filled day.