Saturday was another gray, gloomy February day. I ignored the “dusting” on my sidewalk and driveway, although I determined it was at least an inch and a half. The forecast called for more snow in the afternoon, and I had no desire to shovel twice. Instead, I tackled weekend chores and watched the snowflakes fall outside my window. Freshly fallen snow is beautiful, and it lets me track the wildlife activity in my garden.

Each morning a pair of bunny prints appear, entering from my south neighbor’s backyard. They cut between the houses, cavort under my winter-bare rosebushes, and then head along the property line to the street. They don’t scale the snowplow’s mighty mountain but turn to scamper up my driveway, follow the shoveled path to my porch, then hop across the front lawn to the opposite side of my house. They skitter through the fence and romp in my backyard before slipping back through the railing. The rabbit prints finally disappearing under my neighbor’s arborvitae.

I see squirrel tracks too. They leap through deep drifts to navigate between trees whose branches are too far apart to execute death-defying leaps. Even on the coldest days, they led busy lives, and it reminds me I have my daily routine to complete.

No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 443 words.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer