Today is a day of birds. Early walking with the cats when a great peregrin, fluffed up against the cold, flew low overhead. Lapwings huddled close to hedge banks for shelter from the storm. Later as I watched a solitary lapwing in search of a flock saw a great gray harrier corsing the field sending song birds scattering. In the garden I put out food for the small birds, peanuts and seeds and cheese. They patterned the snow with delicate footprints.
Settling to work at last after days of restlessness.
While helping to clean house after my father's death in August I found the gold locket he had given my Mother about the time of their marriage. I, who so seldom wear jewelry, cherish that piece--and I do wear it. It is a memory of a time when they were young and hopeful, before they had disappointed or hurt each other.
ReplyDeleteI think it is nearly impossible to separate these tokens from the reminder of their late owners.