Flimsy and Unsturdy
Today my youngest and I search for nests and find new Robin, Sparrow, and even Mourning Dove homes. The Mourning Dove nest troubles us. It
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Today my youngest and I search for nests and find new Robin, Sparrow, and even Mourning Dove homes. The Mourning Dove nest troubles us. It
Today the Italian Mama used a word I hadn’t thought of in a while: fallow. During fallow times, you feel drained, empty, unproductive, and unsettled.
We linger on the walk to school because we spy the Pileated Woodpecker. We stop to take note of his joyful, loud pecking that reverberates
I love little tea sandwiches for parties and after school snacks. For a baby shower today, I made assorted little sandwiches with various fillings: tomato
I find great happiness in these nests and eggs. The Robins build expertly with insulation of mud and cozy grasses. Across the yard, another family
I’m amused by how much of my summer garden already happens without my awareness, planning, and cultivation. Things happened today as if they never depended
We venture out in the rain to see the day’s work of the Robin. I love that she lays one egg each day–just one–because that’s
My daughter and her friend find a new robin’s nest by the house. The robin sits there, staring at us peacefully. She makes no alert
I find David’s request in Psalm 141:4: “Do not let my heart be drawn to what is evil.” It reminds me of a similar prayer