Here are some thoughts from last February.

Feb 7, 2013

The sun is shining on the snow
making everything in nature glow
I just can’t help being a poet!!!

The squirrels are all out; the alpha male/female is perched on the peanut feeder eating peanut after peanut and chasing all the other hungry rodents away. They are persistent but the big bully reigns. Occasionally he vacates his seat and runs up the tree with a peanut in his mouth and in they move! They all know how to get the feeder open now. The peanuts fly!

Suddenly a big disturbance occurs! Three big, black, shiny crows alight and stroll menacingly over to the peanut feeder. Squirrels scoot in all directions.
THE CROWS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE WORLD!!

Big and strong as they appear, they can’t figure out the peanut distribution. They stalk up and down importantly, picking up peanut shells but no reward. They are very frightening. I thought the squirrels were big. Certainly mine are big around ( fat, greedy little buggers) but one crow is three times the size of one squirrel.

These monsters are blue-black, looming, over-bearing, ugly and very dumb. They pick up the peanut shells, examine them, throw them away as inedible and go pick up another one.

The squirrels get the peanuts, but they run. Crows chase, but lose out on peanuts.

There has got to be a lesson here, so what is it? I await your answer.

Every day is a great day and starting it with Jesus is the very best way. In His presence all my tears and fears are gone. I have comfort, strength, refuge, shelter, hope, and if I ask, I get a little bit of wisdom too. What a way to start the day!

The latest squirrelyism from “The Book of Squirellyisms’ by I. J. Fritz-Zager:

Baby squirrels are born pure white. From the highly scientific research done by Ms. Z., who was eye-witness to an all-white dead baby squirrel deposited on her doorstep by Sam Houston, cat magnifique, of Lubbock, Texas, more recently from Medina, Ohio and Stag Island, Canada.

Ms. Z., who is spectacularly squirrelly herself, is highly qualified for her research by dint of her extended studies in the back-yard antics of fluffy tailed rodents.

Best wishes to all of you. If you think winter has gotten to me, you are probably right. God loves me anyway and You too.

Love to all, from Irma Jane