We’re told that miracles are all around us, but at times, I must admit it is hard to see them. So often, it is the ordinary or what we consider, the mundane, which holds a plethora of incredible happenings. Yet, we turn a blind eye; too busy rushing around with our busy lives to really take a good look at our familiar surroundings.
However, there are occasions when life presents us with enlightened moments, we stop to take notice, and are reminded that in noticing the little things, our lives are richer and more fulfilled.
Currently, there is a miracle, (well... actually three), that is taking place right at my doorstep.
Last fall my husband and I planted the most beautiful Lace-Elm tree right in the middle of the front yard. It was very majestic with the tallest limb reaching almost 25 feet.
Our weather has been very erratic over the last nine months. All of this has caused us to wonder if our trees and plants were going to survive the mountains of snow, unexpected freezes, and heavy downpours. Our yard has definitely been affected in some ways because of these changing climate conditions.
My darling husband has diligently tended to our poor plants, carefully pruning after every weather shake down, in an effort to keep the healthy parts of our outdoors thriving. However, when he had to trim at least one-third of the branches from our tree in the front yard, I just cried.
Even our beautiful Lace-Elm, that had already started to bud with a multitude of soft green leaves, could not endure the harsh conditions of an unexpected heavy frost in late April.
But little did I know that this severe tree trimming would later allow me to witness a pair of Robins, who constructed a nest that was nestled right at the base of our Lace-Elm in order to raise their babies. Their little abode was within full view.
I have immensely enjoyed the company of this Robin couple, chirping away as they gathered the remains from the barren harvested wheat fields, borrowing little findings from our grapevine wreath decorated with silk flowers hanging on the front door, and gathering other odds and ends from the surrounding landscape.
We never even noticed all of this was taking place right in front of our eyes until one day my husband was mowing near their nest and our visitors let him know he was a little too close.
Over the weeks, our Robin friends have allowed us a few peeks at their impending family. We, like the happy birds, have also felt a little like expectant parent, watching every day for three miracles
Nowadays, Momma and Daddy Robin are furiously foraging for food. The fledglings are growing quite big and every once in a while hubby and I are still able to get close enough to have a look at their progress.
I know they will be leaving soon, and I am a little sad about this fact. But I also know my heart is completely filled with joy and delight when I think of the moments I've spent watching three little miracles at my doorstep.