The first snow is always the prettiest. Untouched across the fields, it looks like frosting smoothed with an expert’s hand. Naked trees jutting here and there across the surface, swaying in the breeze and providing direction to the flurries as they swirl like decorative writing on a cake. An anniversary of sorts, since it comes every year, bringing friends to gather and partake in the festivities.
Birds flit from feeder to branch, dropping seed like confetti and adding to the decor of the satin finish. There are blue jays, nuthatches, a pair of doves and a single cardinal all sharing places at the feeder. It is the cardinal who hangs from the suet, lifting his head frequently to reveal a beak full of treat. The bright red of his feathers against the stark white of the snowy backdrop adds a splash of color that catches the eye.
Just then, the wind whips, sending the chimes into motion and contributing a layer of song to the party. A gentle reminder that sight is but one of the senses and sound can also add richness and flavor to the mix.
The dogs watch the day unfold, their noses pressed to the sliding glass doors of the deck. They are waiting and watching for the invitation to join. The scene from the field beckons them with the excitement and promise of a clear space to romp and play; dig their noses into the fluffy, white topping and add their pawprints to the icing of the landscape.
Recovery teaches us to live one day at a time. When we do this, we find the present in being present.