Before we moved to our current house, I had never seen a bluebird. Our street is Bluebird St which I was sure was a bad joke. I figured bluebirds didn't really exist - they were just something we were taught in school to make us happy. Lo and behold weeks after our move I saw a bluebird. Sometimes in the fall, when I walk in the creek, I see whole flocks as they prepare to migrate.
This past summer, a pair frequented our backyard - especially when the cherry tree was producing.
I rather felt the same way about icicle Christmas decorations as I did about bluebirds until we moved here. When we moved here, our house had three large spruce trees in the front yard. Now we have two - one blew down. One of the remaining trees leans significantly. But those issues have nothing to do with Christmas except that on these trees, I saw for the first time icicles that looked like the ones we used to hang on our Christmas tree when I was little. I honestly thought icicles were just someone's misguided and very imaginative idea of a cool winter decoration for the Christmas tree.
The sunlight streaming in the living room windows was beautiful this morning - just the right angle - a wonderful warm feel. Gorgeous. I had to take a couple of pictures.