Every morning between 6:30-7am, a wave of blue sweeps in and dances among the sunflowers.
The bluejays flit from apple tree to sunflower capturing their morning breakfast. Unlike tiny yellow finch they cannot hang upside down for too long or gravity takes over. Kurplunk!
For a half hour the wave seems to take turns....unlike what the nature of a bluejay is normally like...selfish. But not as they prepare for a long Winter's rest.....they seem almost cordial toward one another.
As you go out and about preparing for Winter and for Christmas, don't forget to be cordial. A smile goes a long way! Give a stranger a reason to hope. Drop a few dollars or more in the red kettle. You will never know the story behind why that bell ringer is there.
The bluejays flit from apple tree to sunflower capturing their morning breakfast. Unlike tiny yellow finch they cannot hang upside down for too long or gravity takes over. Kurplunk!
For a half hour the wave seems to take turns....unlike what the nature of a bluejay is normally like...selfish. But not as they prepare for a long Winter's rest.....they seem almost cordial toward one another.
As you go out and about preparing for Winter and for Christmas, don't forget to be cordial. A smile goes a long way! Give a stranger a reason to hope. Drop a few dollars or more in the red kettle. You will never know the story behind why that bell ringer is there.
Dad was a bell ringer. He loved people. He loved keeping busy. Blind with gangrene in his toes, pain and yes, dying he wanted Mom to drive him to ring the bell.
One. Last. Time.
He didn't last long....but he died ringing the bell.
Dad never made it home from the hospital after Christmas to hang the Corinthian Chimes I gave him, except with Hospice to die within 3 days.
His chimes hang in my veggie garden today, where I sing and find Dad dancing among the sunflowers.
One. Last. Time.
He didn't last long....but he died ringing the bell.
Dad never made it home from the hospital after Christmas to hang the Corinthian Chimes I gave him, except with Hospice to die within 3 days.
His chimes hang in my veggie garden today, where I sing and find Dad dancing among the sunflowers.
