Last week's bone chilling weather reminded me of the winter days of yesterday.
Nothing much was stirring around the little blue house at the end of the road, but a brisk wind and the tree branches that it disturbed. I did notice a trio of playful squirrels exploring a plastic bag that happened by the idle field west of the house.
Friday, a very large dog of mixed breeding found his way to my place, left a calling card, and moved on. Our bird dog, Caesar, kept his mouth shut and allowed the wind chill to send the stray onward to his destination, maybe to shelter and maybe not.
Few deer made their usual rounds, as they stay in the deep woods and pit hills during the coldest days and nights of the season. I watched while three or four of the Whitewalls, a young buck with perked up ears, upturned tail and some doe-eyed girls, possibly carrying "spring pearls" did ventured out into the field Friday evening to enjoy a meal of leftover soybeans that the harvester missed. The hoofed animals stayed briefly and then sprinted out of sight.
I pulled the ice- cold binoculars away from my watery eyes and dropped them back into my deepest pocket and headed back toward the warmth of the house.
I stopped, stood on the back porch, made an about turn, and looked across the way in the direction of the pasture at the Hugh Lynch family homestead property. I closed my eyes for a few precious moments. I saw lush tender grasses, took in the pungent aroma of wild green onion, and picked spring wildflowers: violets for Mother and more. The trees in the near-by orchard burst into full bloom.
I found a pair of tiny spotted fawns bedded down in safe quarters beneath the low branches of the cedars. Nature's rebirth passed before me and pleased me. Time spent was precious.
I lingered on the back porch a bit longer, despite the torment of the wind and the fact that I was feeling mighty cold; this writer basked in the warm sunshine of the springtime of her life and found a family circle, unbroken. There we were enjoying togetherness, warm thoughts, and the best of times.
Refreshed, as my gloved left hand closed the door behind me and I stepped back to reality, the memory bank, temporarily, closed shop as well.
This wife, with the satisfied mind, promised Paul Baby a supper of healthy eats and a slice of freshly baked applesauce loaf cake, lightly glazed. The cook delivered and he enjoyed.
It was a very good day and a restful night! God is good.
Tomorrow, we are going to the VA in Indianapolis. We will miss a good portion of the inauguration of President Elect, Barrack Obama. This interested American is sure the TVs in the medical center will be on.
My aunt, the late Bonnie Jean Siner Emmert gave me tapes that she had made of the inaugurations of four presidents. A CD will also fit nicely in the little floral keepsake box on the shelf.
I send my condolence to the family of Robert Oscar Head. Oscar was my neighbor and a friend. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, son, and brother. My soft-spoken former schoolmate was a good neighbor and a good man.
May his soul rest in peace.
I wrote last week about the conservation and habitat restoration project at Goose Pond Fish & Wildlife Area in Green County. The Friends of Goose Pond's email address was incorrect. It is email@example.com. That was my error, not the paper. I apologize.
I can be reached at 446-4852 or drop me a line to 613 North Elm St. Brazil, IN., 47834 or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.