Thursday, August 2, 2012
Like a little bird I have become a nester this summer. As the bird moves twigs and collections around in her nest, I have also been moving this and that here and there. It is a good feeling to gather my nest around me -- to know where everything is (well almost everything) and to look once again at the trinkets I've collected over the years.
This sweet girl is my tribute to birds and their nests. What is more wonderful than watching a bird sitting ever so still on a branch and then taking off in swift flight - wings glinting in the sun?
I've added music for the birdsong that greets us now that summer is here. The beautiful, natural songs that I can hear from the quiet of our back porch.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without words - and never stops at all." - Emily Dickinson