The Silence of a Sunday Morning

It's so quiet this morning. A fluffy white blanket fits snug on the ground. Some animal tracks left as a reminder that life goes on despite the conditions.

A cardinal is calling. I look high in the trees and yet I can't see him. But he is persistent, calling over and over again.

I place a container of cut up apples for the squirrels and raccoons... and I hear the limbs of the bushes moving. Someone must be watching me, waiting to see what I brought them today.

I scatter pieces of torn bread across the lawn...knowing that the little sparrows will arrive as soon as I close the door.

And then I hear the oven timer ringing... the muffins are ready. And my day begins.