The View From My Window

The warm wind is quickly moving the clouds across the sky. The headlines of the outside read "CURRENT CONFLICT - More Winter versus early Spring". The clouds and the sun wrestle for prominence, although it seems the sun should always win. The clouds, who are in defeat for the moment, show their anger by reflecting that dull bright light that can cause your head to ache. The wind seems to be telling the birds how to fly.

The birds. The birds! I see starlings and some other large bossy-looking blackbird with mean yellow eyes, a haughty strut, a green-black head and a brown-black body. The caws from that child, who also sees the birds, means she thinks they must be crows.

The birds, the grubs, the gross sight of the birds eating the grubs. Bit by gooey bit, she pulled it and dined - dined then downed it! A piece so large it was slightly alarming. And oh, so repulsive!

I'm thankful though, that these ugly, yet useful birds, like to eat ugly and not so useful grubs. This July, when the outdoors seems so full of beetles (grown up grubs) I'll remember the provision made when Winter would not leave and Spring would not come, making gray days seem anything but hopeful.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1

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(This is SO sentimental! This is the very first html I wrote back in February of '97)