Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Monday, July 10, 2017

Today was picking day for my first corn stalk----It is a QUIET THING!

I think maybe that is what the angel was saying with that extravagant twisty spectacular display on Saturday. If you don't pick that one ear of corn that you were able to eek out of your paltry attempts at gardening I will! I am so sick of you missing the timer for these things. If you know how many plants and sweet potatoes and carrots, etc. that you let sit under that ground after you planted them, even you would weep. It is time to pick that one! I hear that you need a bump on the head to get things like that. Well, if you think that I changed the timer on the rain clock for you to get real corn to come up for you so that you could let that one rot on the vine, it makes me sick.
I picked it and finally got the message.
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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