Merry Christmas!

 

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May you never be too grown up to search the skies on Christmas Eve...

Merry Christmas!

Mary

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The Harivansa says...

 

The Harivansa says, "An abode without birds is like a meat without seasoning."  Such was not my abode, for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one but having caged myself near them.   I was not only nearer to some of those which commonly frequent the garden and the orchard, but to those wilder and more thrilling songsters of the forest which never, or rarely, serenade a villager, --the wood thrush, the veery, the scarlet tanager, the field sparrow, the whip-poor will, and many others.  ~ Thoreau

We know the Summer Tanager well for he fills our summer days with his sweet songs.  The whip-poor-will has been MY BIRD since childhood when I visited my grandparents where there seemed to be one in every tree outside the window where I slept.  These days, I often sit on the porch as night falls to listen to his lonely song.  What a way to end the day! 

I am working hard to keep the trails through the woods open this summer.  In previous years, Millie and I only walked them during winter.  They are such fun and the songs of the birds along these trails are wonderful.  

But, best of all, is when there's someone special waiting for me at the end of the trail.

Wild Places...

 

The pond yesterday....

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, 

to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not

learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, dis-

cover that I had not lived...

~Thoreau

Spring Migration

The first.  Today.