As much as I love Fridays, the start of the work week is not my cup of tea. Mondays often find me irritable and testy, and today I felt myself getting impatient at every little thing but it wasn’t until I hung up on the husband of my co-worker that I told myself I’d better get away from my desk before somebody really got hurt.
(Not that I would ever hurt anyone, mind you). And truth be told, my co-worker’s husband had it coming. He is a most unpleasant person, but I am usually much more nice than this and I ended up becoming angry with myself.
Did you think I was nice all the time? Sorry to burst your bubble.
On Sunday afternoon, I sat outside in the sunshine. Oh, it was pretty chilly, but the air was still and it was quite nice sitting outside in the sunshine bundled up a little bit in my coat and scarf and fingerless gloves. The warmth of the sun was wonderful.
I took my knitting out there, and it was calming to knit the rows back and forth . . .
Oh, and I also had the camera.
I hope you’re not saying, “Oh, no! Not more bird pictures!”
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Just listening to them flitting from branch to branch, and hearing them sing, well it warmed my heart. And I tried not to think of having to start back to work the next day. I do enjoy my job, and I’m glad to have it. But I love my days off.
I think that of all the photos I took yesterday, this one is my favorite. Could be the squiggles. Or the red accents of this little male house finch.
My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather. ~Terri Guillemets
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. ~Chinese Proverb
A little Downy Woodpecker came to visit the suet feeder and reminded me of a poem I heard a long time ago.
The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.
One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a hood and a collar of red.
When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,
And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
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I feel much better now that this day is over. And tomorrow I’m going to strive to be a lot more patient.
So how was your Monday?