This morning I stood at the patio door waiting for Charlie to come back in. And I saw, in the distant trees, a bird.
I grabbed my camera and zoomed in. I thought at first it was a cardinal. But no, it was a robin.
It was a beauty with its pretty distinct markings. Perched in the tree that overhangs my patio eating berries.
This made me smile. Because the visit from the robin was my Christmas gift. And the berries it found here was sort of my gift to the robin.
There are all kinds of gifts in this world. Some are more luxurious than others. There are expensive gifts and handmade gifts.
My most treasured gifts are free and right outside my door.
Everywhere I look, from the mostly barren trees to the birds that inhabit them, are a gift bestowed upon me every day.
Charlie, Ivy and I wish you a wonderful Christmas Day. I hope the gifts you receive, whether wrapped in pretty paper or found outside your window, bring you joy.