Feeling the cold today.
A cold, heavy winter sky. Beautiful in a lonely sort of way.
My husband cut the meadow this weekend. The tall, golden, whispering grasses are silent now.
Even Smokey seems to miss them. Or maybe he misses the field mice and rabbits who lived here. It's childish of me, but it makes me feel sad to see it this way. To think of all the little animals who lost their homes. I feel responsible for them in my own silly, ridiculous way.
Back at the house, a small clump of daffodils that I brought from my Grandmother's house smiles up at me.
As if to say, "Cheer up! Spring is on its way."
All things will be new again soon.
Is there anything on earth more cheerful than a daffodil?