A robin in our apple tree

The Robin

by Thomas Hardy

When up aloft

I fly and fly,

I see in pools

The shining sky,

And a happy bird

Am I, am I!

When I descend

Toward the brink

I stand and look

And stop and drink

And bathe my wings,

And chink, and prink.

When winter frost

Makes earth as steel,

I search and search

But find no meal,

And most unhappy

Then I feel.

But when it lasts,

And snows still fall,

I get to feel

No grief at all

For I turn to a cold, stiff

Feathery ball!

This poem came to my mind when I was looking out of my kitchen windows and saw about twenty robins just hanging out in our trees in the back yard. I had missed robins. They were a rare sight in Houston. They are fascinating to watch, beautiful round balls with their jewel red breasts. They like to come and eat the apples that are on the ground around the apple tree and, in the snow, you can see their tiny little hop prints.

I know this isn’t a food post, but I wanted to share this and some of the pictures of this winter season.

Aspen buds, waiting for spring.

Our winter storm left us a beautiful winter wonderland. I took these pictures on a Sunday morning when everyone was still in bed, I think. The snow was untouched and absolutely breathtaking. It was so peaceful outside and you could feel the crispness and chill in the air. Not unpleasant.

The front steps leading to our porch

neighbour’s Blue Spruce

through the icicles

spiral staircase from our balcony

Texas truck in snow

It’s been a magical winter. We have had enough snow to enjoy but not hate.
I hope you enjoy the pictures and my musings.
I am working on a food post and inshaAllah, will post it later today.

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