Cold, blustery weather makes me want to be a snowbird. I haven’t figured out how to pack up my neighbors and loved ones and take them with me. We could all migrate like one giant flock of hummingbirds but then, who would watch out after the place; someone needs to put out water for all those that don’t migrate. I admit too, I would miss my gentle deer and the not-so-gentlemanly bear and bobcat, and I can’t forget Tony the Hawk.
Choices. Life is full of choices. Thanks to the Internet, I don’t have to be home to pay my bills anymore. Did I say thanks? However, the mailbox certainly isn’t what it used to be. I remember going to the mailbox as a treat. Now, the box is mostly full of junk mail and advertising. What a joy it is to receive an actual card or letter. I’m sorry but e-cards just don’t do the same thing for me. Maybe it is the tactile sense of touch, actually holding the card in my hand while knowing the person who sent it held it in their hands too. We share that experience and my brain likes that. I set the cards I receive on my kitchen table so I can see them every time I walk in the room, for as long as I want. They make me smile.
Sometimes I am frustrated at the cost of cards today, but when I find the one that says exactly the right words to express exactly what I want to say, it is worth every penny. Then there are the home-made ones and they are just as nice.
So, I guess, rather than fly south for the entire winter, I’ll take a few of these cold, blustery days and make some hot cocoa and some home-made cards. I’ll cut and glue and think up some nice verses, or use ones I remember from the past and make something that my friends and family can touch and hold and know it comes from my hands and my heart. Happy Monday friends.