As I looked up from rinsing my coffee cup this morning, I saw a flash of blue outside my kitchen window. I took a closer look through the binoculars, and it was a bluebird -- not a blue jay -- sitting in my shrub. Then, much to my surprise, there was a flurry of blue, and at least five bluebirds flew across my back yard. Some people can go a lifetime without seeing a bluebird up close ... for me, I've only seen them in the Spring or in the South (they nest in my mother-in-law's yard, and she hand feeds them).
Seeing the bluebirds instantly brightened my mood. It got me thinking of the other way we use this word -- a bluebird is an unexpected and pleasant surprise. So, happy Friday, and may the bluebirds come your way.
P.S. If you enjoy birds, please check out my friend Monette's watercolors! And, don't forget to keep your feeders full this winter.