Monday, March 15, 2010

Good Morning, Maple

I awoke this morning to a gray sky and pouring rain. I dragged myself out of bed, trudged into the office, and turned on the computer. But when I looked out the window at my maple tree, my mood instantly improved.

Look carefully at the lower left braches of the tree, and you’ll see why. That blast of red against the dreary landscape brought one of my favorite poem’s to mind:

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
William Wordsworth

My heart did leap up, just as Wordsworth describes. But it wasn’t because that I saw a rainbow. I saw—and heard—a sweet little cardinal belting out a series of slurring whistles. What a lovely little melody!

Just like the hawk in my book When Rain Falls, the cardinal had puffed up its feathers to keep water out and warmth in. Despite the rain and the fact that I was still wearing pajamas, I tried to go outdoors and get a closer photo of my little friend. Unfortunately, the noise of the front door startled the bird and he flew away. Thanks to the magic of google images, I've found a photo that shows just how he looked--all puffed hunkered down and puffed out.

Wouldn't a little guy like this lift your spirits?

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