I am attempting a daily discipline - each day I try to notice one thing in nature.
Thursday: The brisk biting wind I felt as I went to get the mail made me grateful for shelter.
Friday: There was an utterly eerie fog over the snow-covered winter fields, as I drove north to church retreat.
Saturday: Beautiful crescent moon and bright planet in a clear night sky (unusual for these parts).
Sunday: I can’t remember if I noticed anything. I was driving back from the retreat, and then thrown into the maelstrom of $#i! brought on by all you people who voted for Your Lord the Orange One.
Monday: I stuck my head out the back door and listened. I heard four different birds chirping.
Tuesday: The sun was shining brightly as we drove over the Fort Pitt Bridge on our way to the US Senator’s office for what ended up to be a 3-minute meeting with the Senator’s staffer.
Wednesday: The only thing I noticed today was that there are branches down all over our yard. But I did manage to get the oil changed, buy Peach Schnapps, and replenish the larder. Eggs are expensive.
