Right now it's a snowy view broken by the wood fence that encloses my back yard where little "Pearl" (a 13-year-old Bichon Frise) loves to frolic. The fence is turning a lovely driftwood grey, finally. I have a family of squirrels that are endlessly amusing and who chatter at Pearl as she tries to catch them. Then, each in its season, birds flit by. In front of the big window I have a whirling windsock to keep birds from flying into the glass after they feast on the berry-laden bushes that are available even in the cold. In another few months I will have snowdrops and violets and brave dandelions poking their heads up. There is a big wooden tub that I will plant with flowers for summer. The wall with the window borders the path to my front door so I have a view of anyone arriving. It's a pleasant prospect.
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