Winter here is a beautiful thing. The air quality is pure so the sunlight shines through with a brilliance. Oh, my, the light! The children hear me talk about it nearly every day. Look at that dappled light!, I say, Look at the light rippling up in that tree, reflecting off the river! They've caught the bug, too. Yesterday our little guy ran for me, telling me to come quickly, there's a sun rain that you'll love! I came too slowly for that, but he was still happy to show me that although it was raining steadily, our back yard was glowing.
Winter is pretty, too, for the blooming camellias that make up for the many bare trees. And colorful buds are forming on those bare trees, if we look closely enough.
But to me, Winter is the most beautiful for the many visiting birds who use our area to go from North to South and South to North again. Here is a fellow visitor:
He's a male robin, if I'm reading my bird book right. He's eating the little fruits on our front yard Bradford Pear tree. The children saw him first as they piled into the van to go to a ballet lesson and the library. They were intrigued at his fearlessness, so when I arrived, keys in hand, they encouraged me to go back indoors to get my camera. Sure enough, the little robin was happy to pose.
The bird book also says that we have some robins who stay here year-round, but that we get a large number of them in the winter. As a Gulf Coast nearly-native, I say that we don't have any stay year-round, but only see them in the winter. I wish I saw this fella every day of the year! He's welcome to stay, but I know he must go…
…to you, maybe?