Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Fawn's song

Welcome strangers and friends to this cold cruel world, is what we say everyday to our little ones. Put on your seatbelts you are getting ready for a bumpy ride, through life. Daycare is a stewardess role. Have you got your blankie, your pillow? Your creature comforts will come in handy when you get to the bumpy parts of the ride. Keep your hands and feet to yourself and don't stick your head out of the vehicle. It is easy to descend into repetitive cliche's, but realness is key to teaching children to enjoy the wow's of life and enjoy the beauty around them. From the beautiful fawn who crosses the road in two jumps to the penmanship of the dragonfly, it is enjoying the beauty of the creation and learning to know the Creator, who is blessed forever! I still say there is nothing so beautiful as baby's first smile.
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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