I think it’s finely here.
Spring has made a very late appearance in Chicago. Last week we had snowfall on several days. There are no leaves on the trees and it’s almost May. The birds are confused and so are the trees.
But this morning was glorious.
So quiet… so soft… and the wildlife is busy.
The tree in the backyard is against a blue/yellow sky. Two sparrows are going in and out of the birdhouse. Mom and Dad no doubt. The daffodils lazily hang their heads. Chipmunks scamper underneath and a woodpecker in the distance, so far away that it made a gentle drumming ring in the air.
Mornings like these are blessed. And the Father is trying to teach me during my periodic anxiety to: Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10
Those words do something… it ignites the flame of hope and strengthens my heart.
All will be well.
A fine expression of hope, that little bird house!
Thank you Jane! ❤
lone birdhouse hanging
in the wind … two wrens have claimed
it for their children