Who wouldn't be both amazed and humbled
by Nature when it decides to bestow a small
miracle in your midst.
Several posts ago, I mentioned that I was
witnessing occasional glimpses of shadowy
silhouettes upon the frosted glass of my front
door. I had hoped, so very much, that the pair
of finches that were visiting my winter wreath
were perhaps selecting a place to build a nest.
I did not have to wait long to have my wishes
These expecting parents have been very busy
indeed, over the last week, and I could not be
more thrilled and delighted.
It has been two years now, since my husband
discovered a nest of Robin's eggs in a tree in
our yard, and I was immediate besot with them.
I have been quite careful not to disturb
these bird parents in their endeavors,
even going so far as to meet a delivery
driver at the curb so he would not come
up on the front porch.
And as you can see, there are no eggs
yet, so I am waiting patiently, watching
carefully for the future to unfold.
Such events truly spark my creativity
with a fresh sense of awe and wonder,
and I am excited to create some new
painted and stitched collages inspired
by a small miracle, right at my front