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IT'S A MIRACLE

I’m lucky enough to have floor-to-ceiling double doors in my home office. I look out on a small forest of trees. Just beyond the deck.


Bluebirds, robins, chickadees, and many more other birds, arrive to sit on the railing. They look at me as if wondering how my day is going. It makes me wonder how they’re doing as well.


Squirrels cruise by looking for something to munch on and nothing this time, take off on other pursuits.


What fascinates me is the small forest of trees, mainly oaks and maples, I look out on. We’re on a hill which means seeing them from a quarter of the way up. When sitting in my office.


How is it the branches look so dead during the winter and yet in spring come back to life. Last Monday there was no sign of life. Tuesday, there is just a wee hint of growth.


Today, Sunday, the trees are in full bloom. It’s truly a miracle of life to watch nature come alive. Rebirth at its best.


Author’s comment: Take one deep breath wherever you are and give thanks for being alive. I know some of us are luckier than others and it’s worth respecting.

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