There’s certain sounds that pull me into the Past. Of Special Memories. A time of Innocence. I’m not Brushed Up on my birds, so I can’t say the species, but when it sings I am a Young Girl staying at my Auntie Sharon’s sweet little Cape Cod style home. Tucked in the Birch Trees. Up in her Darling Bedroom under the Eave. Krista Lee’s Room. The window is slightly ajar and there’s a bird singing. The same one I’m hearing this Morning.
There’s also the sound of the Crow. When I’m out walking my dog on the Ravine behind my house it’s Call takes me back to Hunter Lake. I can see the Tall Balsam Firs behind my home dancing in the New Brunswick winds off the Atlantic Ocean. I can see the railroad tie fence and the little white Barn. And the Crows circling overhead. The Fir Tree Dance was one of my favourite memories of Home. I loved watching them out my window. So Strong and Powerful and so Graceful. The Soothing Sound of the Wind.
As I sit by the Elbow River, coffee in hand and rubber boots swaddled in Spring Mud there’s little Ducks making their Swath through the Water. Their little feet paddling so happily under the water and their gentle quacks remind me of The Pond. I loved throwing my Rubber Boots on as a child and trekking through the Pasture. A plastic bag of leftover bread in my hand. I would call out to them, and they would come waddling up the Pasture to greet me. So Comical in their Perfect Incoordination as their little Orange Feet tried to Hurry them Along. There was nothing better than watching them Dive so Excitedly into the Water and Peck the pieces of Bread out of the Calm Waters. The setting so Peaceful and Pure.
Today I’m going to Seek out Nature. I’ll walk Charlie at the Elbow River. I’ll sit and Listen to the Birds. And Memories of Today and the Past will intermingle. And my Gratitude will Float Upward and the Corners of my Mouth will too. Thank You Beautiful Life. Thank You Beautiful Earth. Today I will make Time for the Birds. And my Heart will Sing.
Have a Happy Day.
xoxo
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