This Sunday morning, the raindrops have been replaced with sizable flakes of snow.
The landscape is donning a beautiful white coat.
I observed a couple of colorful cardinals at the woodland's edge. I could not hear the non- migratory bird's liquid whistles, cues or cheers, from behind closed doors, but it was plain to see, something amid the branches of the oak tree excited them enough to belt out a happy tune.
I would be lost without my glasses and binoculars and a view from my windows or beyond.
Yesterday morning's brief walk took me to one of several of the habitats that we provided for small wildlife, including our feathered friends. Fresh tracks to and from the dense brush piles lent me to believe; the works were not in vain.
I failed to find anyone home, because; neither fur bearers nor the few feathered fortunate came to the open doors to greet me.
An old friend called me several days ago. She was hoping that I saw her female Yorkie wandering around our place or Restlawn Cemetery that borders the Lynch homestead property.
She said that while visiting the graveyard, the little female canine became frightened at something and ran away, out of sight.
She could not find her precious pet anywhere.
That night, when Paul returned from work, he thought he heard whining/barking coming from a small dog, nearby.
I called my friend. She came out and continued the search for the dog. The effort was of no avail.
The barking was coming from a couple of our neighbor's pets, safe in their own space. We were disappointed.
The lost pet's owner placed an ad in The Brazil Times that ran for a few days ... even offered a reward.
Where could the little dog be? I continued to watch for Missy in this area and feared the worst. I knew she would be no match for those cunning and always hungry coyotes. Weather and traffic factored in, too.
What if man profited by Missy's misfortune? She was definitely out of her comfort zone.
Yesterday, my friend, Sandra called me to report that folks saw her pet in the Forest Manor area and thereabouts. She said that while investigated the sighting, she spotted the little runaway near the corner of Harrison and Hendricks Streets. When the otherwise shy, lost and found, pet saw her; Missy was so relieved and overjoyed. She made a fast move toward her happy owner, leaving her ordeal behind.
The little traveler was a tired, dirty and covered with burrs, but otherwise fine.
It certainly would be nice if all lost pets could be as lucky as that little female. Of course, that is not reality. Hearts are broken everyday.
Wouldn't it be good if nobody mistreated or abandoned their helpless unwanted, so called "pets."
Tootie Mae and I would like to remind everyone to make sure your pets are well taken care of this winter. An adequate shelter, bedding, fluid water supply, and a little extra food in the bowl is a must during cold weather. Check on them often.
Remember the folks at the Clay County Humane Shelter. They can always use donations of monies and supplies as well as volunteer help.
The staff is tirelessly working for us. tending and mending as many animals that come through their doors as possible. It is not just a job for them. I call it "a labor of love."
Maybe you are considering adoption this Christmas. Check them out. I am sure you will see a little animal that will melt your heart and make you smile then and, maybe; days thereafter.
I am still in the process of adding decorations to the trees in the little blue house at the end of the road. I ran across a small container in the closet that I had overlooked shortly after Thanksgiving. Oh they are not expensive, but they represent family history and priceless!
I unwrapped the keepsakes on my lap ... refolded and smoothed out the white tissue paper that protects each small treasure.
The milk glass Santa that once adorned my paternal grandparents live trees and the ornate ornaments of later days that did the same, found their place beside the pricy favorites.
I rescued the ornament that Lori created using a plastic drinking glass and beads fashioned into a poinsettia. She placed the flower in the bottom and melted down the glass in the oven.
The little girl was so proud to present the gift that I was delighted to receive. Today it is bright and showy, front and center of the tree, just because.
Ever year since my eldest daughter, Starla Gail, came home from Eastside Elementary wearing a toothless grin and thrust an early Christmas card in my hand, the little boot made of red construction paper graces the Sartor's festive trees.
On the face of the greeting card, she placed her school picture and surrounded it with artfully placed green glitter. Below the picture she printed "ME." Sure enough that was our little grinner. She dated it Dec. 22, 1966.
Our youngest, Lori Ann presented me with her card, made of the similar materials. The face of the card reads, "Christmas ALL Over The World." Inside, hers was dated Dec. 21,1973.
She wrote that the greeting was constructed in the gym, after lunch, compliments of Mrs. Price's homeroom.
After I placed the free scenic ornament from Fingerhut that I gained well over 40 years ago, the trees spoke to me and I stopped short of more.
All that my trees lack is a string of very, very stale popcorn and tinsel from yesteryear.
Now it is time to get serious about the shopping and planning.
Thanks for the calls, cards and email this past week.
I can be reached by phone at 812-446 -4852 or by email at email@example.com.