Yesterday was gorgeous. It bumped close to 70 degrees with the sun shining. Even the wind was warm.
All the ice on the pond melted and everyone (yard critters, pets, pond critters, people) was frolicking. It was a cross between holiday mania and spring fever.
It’s not going to last. Wednesday’s forecast, if you can call it that, is crazy. We may get snow. It may be 1 to 8 inches or we may get rain. Or it may miss us completely. How do you plan for that?
I am definitely off kilter (for a lot of reasons actually). The weather has been vacillating between winter and spring. (Not really complaining except for the cold part.)
It reminds me of the year my mother was ill before Christmas. When she came home from the hospital the weather was very mild for early December. I stayed with her a few days for transition. Her house wasn’t convenient.
The only bathroom was on the second floor. The heat was a coal stoker that needed daily stoking.
My mother was used to it but I wanted her to rest.
My cousin sent a huge fruit basket. It was luscious with apples, pears, grapes, oranges and grapefruits. In fact it was so huge, I put it outside to keep it cool.
As I was bringing in groceries I noticed there were tiny holes in the fruit. I had no idea what was happening.
I asked my mother if she saw anything. She pulled me into another room and behind a sheer curtain we watched a family of birds attack the fruit.
For the birds it was a real celebration to get fruit in December especially citrus which doesn’t grow here any time of the year.
We shared. We had no choice. Two pieces were badly mangled. No one would eat those. The rest came back indoors.
It was a great holiday for my mother. With the mild weather people came around to help with decorations and cookies. I am convinced she shared more fruit with her bird friends.
Eventually the weather changed to typical winter stuff but Mother Nature had given her a warm and festive return home. For that I was very thankful.