It rained on an off all day long again today. It's very green outside and the grass is growing too fast, but the color and all the birds and critters make my eyes happy. Chauncy Woodchuck has a friend/wife/sibling. The indigo bunting continues to shun my yard (at least while I'm watching) as does the blue birds, but the cardinals and the grosbeaks and the tit mouses and now the mourning dove seem to like it here. Gwendolyn Chipmunk spent much of the day as well. I'm pretty sure I've got her gender right. Oh - and there was a new kind of hummingbird. Cool.
|Yesterday's mystery bird revealed....|
I think I'll share a Neale Donald Walsh message from God, which, even though it isn't the same made me think of one of my favorite Camus quotes, which I read years ago in a book called HUMAN OPTIONS by Norman Cousins. It goes:
"Great ideas," said Camus, "come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps, then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear, amid the uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirrings of life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others in a man. I believe, rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished by millions of solitary individuals whose deeds and works every day negate frontiers and the crude implications of history. . . . Each and every man, on the foundations of his own suffering and joys, builds for all."