Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Friday, August 22, 2014

Hettie cow was waiting for me in tears, at the pond!

I was so touched by her comradery. She said, this is just like the day my baby was sold off the farm. I said, not really, Hettie, but tell me about it anyway. She turned her back to me, to wipe her tears. It is a real part of the cow culture not to cry, unless the person they are counseling is crying. She saw I was okay, so she wiped her tears and turned to me with a clear and sunny disposition.

I didn't mean to impose my imagination into your college season. The geese have been warning everyone about "Mommy's letting go season". Everybody knows how completely connected you are with your children. They are trying to comfort you. I, for one am glad to know that you are doing well about this process. Don't worry, if you cry. Mommy's all cry at these seasons.

Thank you, Hettie. I appreciate your consideration and empathetic tears. I will talk to you again, when we get home.

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09