“See the cardinal?” she asked.
“No,” he replied.
“Right there.” She pressed her finger against the kitchen bay window. “Underneath the evergreen tree, by the driveway.”
He saw it – a shock of red feathers against the white snow that had fallen the night before. Next to the red cardinal alighted a female. She was plump and grayish-brown in color with ginger-tinged wings.
Beautiful story. MyMother loved Cardinals, and when I see one I think of her.
Cardinals are a nice way to remember your mother — the red looks so spectacular against the white of the snow.
Thanks Phylor. Everytime I see one I think of her.
Cardinals are angels…..always and forever!!!!!
Yes………they are!