Up with the birds….

I waited… in the still.. in the quiet, straining to hear when they would commence their singing. At precisely 4:10 it began. The lovely chorus strained through the closed window, and enveloped me as I lay reading an old weathered novel with dog eared pages, and coffee smudges on the cover. It is encouraging to … More Up with the birds….

The call…

I sat down on the painted wooden bench in the mud room determined to brave the outdoor chilly weather . This requires intention and perseverance. I don’t want to go out there, at all, and every which way I turn, there are valid excuses that I don’t have to do this …except… I know it … More The call…