Oh dear...Monday I found myself sick again. I quite literally lost my voice. And unlike Tinkerbell it could not be revived with applause and faith. Though at the time I was quite restless about my home bound situation I was able to find time to enjoy the little pleasures of being home. Yet again I was inspired by my kitchen window and the posse of stray cats that seem to call my backyard home. The following is a snippet I collected in my journal. I attempted to venture out to take pictures; however as I have found there are some things that we can capture on film, others we can capture with words, and still others that can never be captured and that remain wild and vivid only in our own minds. So though my words below may fail to capture quite the scene it is my feeble attempt to share something quite lovely with y'all:

-a bright red cardinal is what initially caught my eye. He was hopping about the large evergreen. His bright red color made him easy to see as he poked around the tree.
-its little friend I spotted soon after. A little dark brown bird with a nose like a cranberry kiss and a touch of flame at its breast.
-as they played a patient cat sat at the base of the tree staring into space, but keenly aware of what was happening in his tree. The tree in his mind is clearly his tree. It may be in my backyard; however I couldn't say that a human owner could call dibs on ownership. That is a battle between the cats and birds.
-two other wild cats were playing on the lingering snow, chasing each other merrily.
-touches of the last snow haunt the edges of the evergreen and the battle lines between Spring and Winter are drawn.

So hard to capture in words...and with all the movement impossible on film, but hopefully y'all catch the gist. So many things happen right under our noses...we just have to take a moment to find whole other worlds open to us.