One hundred and one years ago my grandfather, Donald C. Minor, gazed upon this Black-Capped Chickadee. The four-leaf clovers may have sent him scampering to the window, frustrated by the snow or hard frost that separated him from his own patch of good luck. January 1, 1911 in southwestern Pennsylvania would have been gray, damp and cold.
It’s been a year of challenges and quite frankly I am glad to see 2011 end. I like the prospect of saying good bye to unsolved family dilemmas and saying hello to awesome new opportunities or the potential thereof! Once upon a time, I would have wished friends and neighbors a New Year of warm, solid, predictability and good luck in all their endeavors – and eagerly sent my grandfather’s chickadee to bear that message.
But this year, I yearn for opportunities of innocent jollification and so send these gleeful elves to wish you a New Year full of laughter and affection! Happy New Year!