Moments in Time

Wow, it's a gorgeous day here in mid-MO - 57 and sunny. As the locals here are fond of saying, if you don't like the weather, wait 15 minutes. So, I'm enjoying it while I can. I took the opportunity to refill my bird feeders before it turns seasonally chilly again. I put up a second feeder hoping to be able to keep up with demand easier - instead I just got more birds! Oh well, it's fun to watch the little things. The cat ESPECIALLY enjoys watching them! We enjoy him watching the birds. He's mesmerized by them, his tail swishing in some kind of primal cat rhythm, his body haunched for attack. And, when he gets really worked up, he chatters at them. I don't think the chattering affects the birds in the least but we find it pretty funny.

It's a bittersweet day, though. Normally, a taste of spring like this would be the perfect day to take my dog, Tasha, for a long walk. Her tail would be wagging and she'd stop every 5 minutes to sniff some irresistably tempting smell. She's old, arthritic and she's dying of cancer, though, so our days of long strolls are over. Our last walk consisted of strolling around our front yard and the neighbors. Her back legs had had enough.The girls and I will still take walks along the local trail in the spring, but we'll no longer have to worry about taking the stretch that has a stream for Tash to drink from. I will miss her.

To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.

~Ecclesiastes 3:1-8