It Matters Not What Day It Is

View from My Window

At least I think it is Thursday. And, if we do not have any appointments to keep, it really does not matter, does it?

Today, this day, whatever it is called is a bitterly cold, dreary, winter day that is absolutely wonderful. I feel so cozy in my p.j.’s, robe, socks and slippers with a lap blanket draped about my knees.

About the ground, lies a fine mix of snow and ice. The cardinals, searching for sunflower seeds having fallen from the feeders, make a stark contrast in the white wintry mix. And then there are the lovely seasonal colors of red and green when the cardinals rest upon the boughs of the cedars for an overview of breakfast pickin’s.

Far in the distance, on the eastern horizon, where the sun should be about now showing its appearance, there are blue-gray clouds, the kind that threaten snow. Wouldn’t snow be a lovely sight to see on the cedars and pines? I doubt that will happen here in East Texas but wouldn’t it be welcome in our first winter at Stepping Stones?