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, October 31, 2008

On the way to school this morning...

we admired the beauty of the watercycle taking place right in front of us. The clouds stood erect on the surface of the water. They look like little straws all in a row. The first frost was on everything else. The grass was frozen stiff. My butterfly bush had the petals shivering for the cold. This might be the coldest day that I have been out in, down here in NC. I love old man winter! I love the fact that he comes quietly but definitively to call upon us and stops by us for just a little time, on his way to visit everybody else. He must not like North Carolina, so he came to visit, just to cheer me up and cure my homesickness.
I'm cured!
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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