chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
In the sleety night I stepped out onto the porch just to look at the sky and the trees and was startled to see a beautiful, fat, brilliant crimson cardinal taking shelter in my hedge, just a few feet from my front door. I was both delighted and concerned, but he was gone in the morning, so I assue he survived both ice and neighborhood cats. Caleb, our cat, was intdoors with me, staying warm, no threat to feathered beauties.