We saw twin fawns with their Mom only a mile from our house. We saw the doe after spotting the fawns. I had a camera but could not figure out how to “capture” the scene. I had never seen twin fawns before. Maybe, next time I will have better command of my camera and will be able to get a picture of such a sight. Nevertheless, the scene will be indelibly etched in our minds. It was one precious moment.

China and I have engrossing conversations. He is this long haired black and white exotically marked cat. We talk to one another. I “meow” and “meow”. And sometimes he replies. Other times he snuggles against me. I have no idea what I am saying in cat language but he gets the message: I love him and want to be near him. He is the most vocal of all our cats. We have seven. I have different relationships with all of them. Cheyenne, also long haired like China and his brother is one of the most beautiful cats I have ever seen. He often goes in the opposite direction when I approach him. He just does not like me. Both China and Cheyenne have the same mother Jasmine, a diminutive female who seems to get along with everyone including her four sons from two litters. Sometimes they all can be found lying near each other on my bed. I never thought I would become a cat lover but I have. They are very different than dogs. And I have four dogs. Our menagerie now numbers eleven. No fish yet.

The crocuses opened today–the first flowers in our garden. There were twelve purple flowers. I checked the daffodils on the side of the house. A few of them had buds already. It is a beautiful day today–almost sixty and a clear blue sky. This is an exciting time. All kinds of things are coming up. Let us see what the next discoveries will be.

Today I found out the color of the next budding Gerbera plant in our house.  It was red.  The other had three full orange flowers.  It was an experiment that succeeded.  They are annuals and survived the winter inside.  I usually buy one or two a year.  Sometimes we plant them outside or place them in the sun and other buds come up.  It is just a flower I like and am thrilled to have them grow and have flowers in our house.

The one Gerbera daisy in the house had three orange flowers and the other one had at least two buds coming up and it was still a mystery what color they would be.  This is exciting because we brought in these two plants last year before the cold would have killed them.  Then not that long ago we moved them closer to the sun and both responded with flowers.

Both my wife and I appreciated the orange Gerbera daisy that bloomed in our house.  The two plants were left over from last year.  The plants were annuals that would have died in the cold.  Recently she moved both plants closer to the window.  And one bloomed.  Both looked healthier.  I counted three buds on the other plant.  Let us see if that one blooms, too.  And what color the flower will be.  Every morning we look at that orange bloom both of become a little happier.  This was an experiment that worked to our surprise.

We actually had a Gerbera daisy bloom in our house today–an orange one. It was winter time. We had brought in two plants before it became cold. And one decided to bloom. One had never done that before. The orange flower is a harbinger of spring. We are in the middle of a “heatwave”: it will hit forty for at least five days. I am praying all our snow and ice melts so we don’t pray for our life every time we walk the forty feet to our cars.

I made several small discoveries today. My rubber tree in my office had new growth on four branches. I forgot that it has dormant periods. It is over three feet high. I give it a little water every day. That is the extent of my care. I never had one do well before. I will just continue doing what I am doing. I like looking at it every day and noticing anything new about it.

There were actually six goldfinch on my thistle feeder briefly and I noticed five or six also on my sunflower feeder at the same time. Goldfinch will sit there five minutes feeding. Now they are all gone. All the birds appeared to be male. That seems a little odd.

Last fall before the cold killed the two Gerbera daisies outside we brought them in. The annuals were going to die any way. And stuck both plants by the window and occasionally would give them water. The one closer to the window actually had a flower we discovered yesterday. I could not determine the color yet.

These were just three small observations I made in the last twenty-four hours.

An hairy woodpecker came to our suet two times in the last three days.  It is one we don’t see too often.  It is marked just like a downy woodpecker only bigger.  There was no red on its head so it was a female.  Monday I was thrilled:  I not only saw my first robin of the season but also an hairy woodpecker.  At least, one hairy woodpecker is now aware of the suet I put out.

I am prepared for the goldfinch. I bought five pounds of thistle for my feeder.  Now I sometimes get three or four goldfinch at one time.  For a long time I did not get any. From my observation in early spring the goldfinch come to my feeder in flocks. In the past I have counted as many as twenty at one time. That, of course includes the ones feeding on the ground on the thistle that falls there.  Often the goldfinch will remain at the feeder for five minutes or more.  Before I know it the the males will turn golden again.  That always amazes me.

I learned Phil Everly died recently.  I immediately played the anthology I had of The Everly Brothers–a best of–“Looking Back.”  It is twenty cuts and is the best collection I ever heard of them.  In the eighties they reformed and came out with at least two albums.  I can comment on the first, which was superb and had Albert Lee playing on it and was produced by Dave Edwards.  “On The Wings Of A Nightingale” was expressly written for them by Paul McCartney in two part harmony.  The album which came out was in no way dated.  “Asleep” which closes the album is absolutely stunning.  The whole album is fresh and worth hearing.  I have no idea whether it is available on CD.  By all means if it is, get it.  You can’t go wrong.  When you hear them sing, it is hard to separate their voices.  They blended so perfectly.

Every Day Is A Gift

Author: siggy

Every day is a gift.  And a miracle.  There is no way to get around that but to lead a life of despair.  I chose not to do that.  Every thing in my life is only by grace.  I chose to believe every day is a miracle.  And sometimes I wallow in despair.  And have to work through it.  The dawn is always around the next corner.  In fact, it is right in front of you.  And life can be bitter and contain much loss and pain.  I have to work through it.  And walk toward the Light–the Light that is always there.  And sometimes I stop seeing it.  It is there but my vision is clouded.  I have to remove the blinders over and over.  It is a process.  I chose to believe every day is a miracle.  There is no other way to live.  The only other choice is despair.