Yesterday I noticed a plump little chickadee landing on my deck railing. I felt sorry for the little guy. It was around -34C out there and the snow caught on the railing top came over his head, and I thought of how hard it must be for all the tiny creatures who live around here to weather these harsh conditions.Then I noticed that he was bathing in the snow. Wriggling and dancing, preening his wings. Looking as happy and comfortable, and well adapted as indeed he is.
So this morning with a sore neck, sore back, 1sick kid, 1 crabby kid, husband traveling on icy roads, miserably cold weather and way too much to do today, I am trying to remember that I am very well adapted to this life, and I can find joy whenever too.
Also it's Friday!
And that helps a lot.
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