Scioto Audubon Metro Park:
4 December 2015:
This little nest, now empty, is snuggled against a trellis on the back of my grandma’s condo.
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”-D.H. Lawrence
I cannot know, yet, whether or not I will miss this tree after we move. Since it is one of the only poetic things about our current neighborhood, I’m leaning towards yes. Time will tell.
My mom is on a solo birthday-vacation in New York City. She snapped this pic yesterday, on a walk through Central Park. How pretty! How spring-like!
Two charming robins stopped by the studio for an early afternoon visit. They lured me from my writing, and the cat from her nap. We were both grateful.
“Little Robin Redbreast/Came to visit me/This is what he whistled/Thank you for my tea.”