I’m thinking of all the beautiful flowers you have already and the birds. This morning I saw my first small bird of the year and I don’t know what it was. The crows, they are around all year, fortunately they don’t make a noise in the winter, only when they are scolding someone or something in the summer.
The last paragraph of an email my Grandma sent me this morning from Alberta. I love it when someone isn't trying to be poetic; they just are.














