“The robin and the wren Are God Almighty’s cock and hen : Him that harries their nest Never shall his soul have rest…” Source here.
In April a Robin momma began to make her nest above our front door light fixture. When the rains and winds blew her fixin’s away, we were relieved because I hate to think of us disturbing her and the babes as they nest and grow. But, she insists, and as I walked out the door on Monday to leave for work, the nest had resurrected and she sat on the sidewalk watching me tentatively. I think we’ll manage cohabitation for the duration of gestation and birth. I love the emerging changes and births of Spring.
I start something and don’t keep going. Not sure what the stopping point is about. I started a blog to provide some accountability for myself, but one week in and like everything else, the drive peters out, goes kaput. I want this to be a habit, writing, creating. I get interrupted–inter-errupt–hmmm. I never thought about […]