It could be the season. It could be the isolation caused by this wet, gloomy January day and the dreariness of it all. I don’t know. Maybe you just can’t be happy all the time, but whatever it is, today I am feeling my age. I am here, looking to the east, waiting for the deer to come down the hill and push the birds aside and eat but the warmer weather may keep them away. Rain has seldom put me in a better mood but I think that it’s time to focus on the blessings and let the weather do what it does best.

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