A couple of days ago we had our first snowfall. It was only about three inches of snow, but it was enough to signal that winter is here. Bevo, my 8-pound poodle, doesn’t like the snow or the winter and throughout our morning walk he kept turning around to go back home.
I’m a lot like Bevo. We’re both nervous most of the time and we prefer summer days when we can watch the hummingbirds buzzing our flowers and feel as if the rest of the world is a long way off. We sit together in the doorway watching the animals – squirrels, chipmunks, bees and all sorts of birds visiting our garden and entertaining us. The days are longer; the sky is bluer, and the warmth of our favorite sunny spot puts us at ease.
Now it’s winter and the days are shorter; the skies are grayer; the flowers are gone, and the house is colder. But I can drink hot coffee with Bevo at my feet and scroll through photographs I took last summer and remember the excitement of a hummingbird popping into view and dancing across red and yellow petals. And I can dream about what I will plant in the spring so that Bevo and I can sit together in the sun and watch the drama in the tiny world that is our garden.
Monte