Chasing the Chill from a Snowy Spring Morning

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Mid-April, and it snowed yesterday! Through the early morning, soft flakes filtered down onto roof, railings and unsuspecting branches, whitening the spring landscape.

 

Busy chickadees, sparrows and a pair of red-winged blackbirds clung to the birdfeeder devouring nutty calories. I glanced up from my writing to watch them jostle for prime positions, and smiled to see our resident squirrel hovering on the deck railing, waiting his turn.

Later, when it was time to refill my coffee mug, I discovered not only had the snow stopped, but sunshine now streamed through the trees, turning the melting snow to vapour and shimmering prisms of water. I stood at the front window, sipping my coffee and watching more birds, crows this time, wandering on the road at the end of our driveway searching for whatever morsels hungry crows like to eat.

Then came the not-so-melodic squawking of blackbirds punctuated by angry chittering. Bickering at the back yard buffet. By the time I returned to my chair there was silence as the lone squirrel feasted. And then I heard it — a series of sweet chickadee-dee-dees — morning grace from somewhere hidden among the trees.

This spring day began with a chill, but was transformed by sunshine and a song.

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“Come, let us sing for joy.”   [Psalm 95:1]

“I will be glad and rejoice in thee: I will sing praise to thy name, O thou most High.”   [Psalm 9:2]

“I will praise thee with my whole heart.”   [Psalm 138:1a]

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