My Perch in the Loft

Today is my birthday.

So I sit at my perch and ponder life.  My perch is situated at an upstairs window of my humble home. Those who love me most call it "the loft."  And, they encourage me to be here as often as possible.

Words like perch and loft indicate a high place.  It's at this high place that I give thanks to God for all the things that make up my life--loving family and friends, my cat and my dogs, a good night's sleep, being gainfully employed, tea--any way I can get it.  The list goes on and on . . .

It's a beautiful day.  Here in the southernmost portion of South Georgia, we say that winter is over when the pecan trees finally bloom.

Outside the window of my perch in the loft, the pecan trees say that winter is no more.

And, it's a good day to have a birthday.