Transitions

Some transitions take a great deal of time.  I think, for instance, of retirement, which is a process. Not only that, it has many stages as well.  First one has to re-imagine their identity.  Then new activities must be found to replace the old routine of work. One slowly becomes more accustomed to leisure activities. Then health issues also bring more stages.  This entire transition can take years.

It takes time to transition into the reality of a Trump presidency, if that is not at all what one imagined that they would ever experience.   At least there are a couple of months before it becomes official. The reality is sinking in, ready or not.

Yesterday was a beautiful fall day.  We have had a number of absolutely gorgeous autumn days this season.   It was 65 degrees.  We did yard work most of the day!

Today winter.  Fierce, ferocious winter.  The only transition was between going to sleep last night and waking up this morning.  The world is covered with white.  It is a gray, black and white world at the moment with ferocious winds whistling about!

At least hubby got snow tires on his vehicle.  That's something.  I did dig my boots out of the closet last night, anticipating snow today.

Still, it is too sudden, too drastic, too bitter.  The good news is, we don't have to go anywhere today or tomorrow, when the weather is also supposed to be dreadful.  We can stay inside, safe and warm.

I have discovered where birds go in the cold of winter since I have started keeping the bird feeder filled.  Whenever I open the door to fill the feeder,  dozens of little birds emerge from the shrubbery below where they apparently live, safe and warm from the elements, the snow blanket, providing warmth below.
             They too can stay inside safe and warm, and come out only to eat!