Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The ponds on both sides of the schools are sweet coffee clatches for the angels.

I noticed it from when we first moved here. Do these people have all of the angels on dispatch, was my question?

Evvie and I were only half joking when we went to the dance in 6th grade. The angels met us on the way to the dance and showed us where their shindig is.

This morning, as usual they were commiserating about their inability to fight as they want to. I could concur. If there is anything the angels and I love about eachother is that we both love to fight. That is all they do is fight and drink coffee together. I imagine that it is coffee, because that is what I am doing when I see them.
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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