Look at the surprise I found when I went to pull out one of the fold-out chairs! Can you see the four little eggs? I think they’re robins…What do you think?
I hope my disturbing won’t keep the mommy and daddy away. I didn’t touch the actual nest, but I’d already moved the chair bag and put it back…
When the mountain laughs,
maybe it’s time to trek down a bit,
blisters and aches.
It’s easier going
where you’ve already been.
The snow’s no more shallow,
no less in your face;
the sun’s glare, no less blinding.
But the holes you trampled
on your first go up
remain to guide you.
So get yourself to a lower altitude,
where you can breathe a little easier.
But don’t sit down.
Don’t loosen your boots.
Don’t turn your back
even for a second.
Wait for the mountain
to nod off again.
And get back at it.
~Jo R. Hawke
Originally published in The Ninety-Eight Poets, edited by W. Scott.
I know the sky is beyond the branches, even though I can only see it in splotches, in tiny pieces of the enormous whole.
My limited perception doesn’t change the reality, the truth.
It simply is, whether I see it in its full glory or not.
The rest is where faith comes in.
The real owner of our yard … upside down. :D
I wish I had a picture of the sunset we saw on the way home from Susie’s today!
Instead, I have a snippet of conversation to remember:
Atticus: The clouds are orange! The clouds are orange!
Lucas: It’s like God’s drawing on the sky!
Atticus: God’s drawing the clouds orange!
Somebody is loving the new house. ;)
Beauty in all its imperfection.
Because of. Due to.
None the worse for wear.