I grumbled, moaned and was just plain miserable. Bundling the children up earlier than normal, we headed out for the daily trudge to school. My heart muttered grumpily.
The sun shone brightly against the clouds and a brilliant blue sky. The grey trunks of bare trees were illuminated, their starkness a different kind of beauty. The snow sparkled and crunched under foot. How could I be grumpy on a day such as this? It was cold, but not windy. I felt invigorated, not frozen. And as we crossed between the plaza's loading docks and the forest, I happened to see a woodpecker. He was a little bird, striped black and white with a startling red cap. As we watched, he hopped and pecked around the trunk, bobbing up and down as he went. We marvelled at his beauty and his lack of fear at our presence. Soon we scurried on, for school bells wait for no man, certainly not for those who stop to stare.
The tone had been set. Instead of gloom and misery, we saw brightness and delight. My day, my course had been changed and for the better.
Looking for grace with the rest today at