The bluebird

When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of the other on his breast. ~John Burroughs

The sun is shining down upon us here in the Bogs today. It’s a glorious sight after the rain, snow, and clouds piled upon clouds of the past week or so.

I stepped outside for a little while to enjoy the light. I’ve been cooped up for too long, hiding inside this pain. When I first went out the door a gorgeous eastern bluebird landed on the clothesline. For a few moments we perched out there together, me in my funny-crooked-left-hip forward stance, soaking up the warmth of the sun. He stayed long enough for me to admire his beautiful colors glittering in the sunlight. I didn’t attempt to take a photo because I’m sure it would have scared him off. I picked up this photo at Birdwatcher’s Digest.

The ring-necks and mallards are still swimming around the pond, fattening themselves up for winter. I haven’t seen the heron today, but I had errands to run earlier and might have missed him. He’ll probably be back later.

I’m afraid I don’t have much to write about today. Besides doing the things I need to do to heal, I’ve been making lists and packing a few boxes, getting prepared for our move which is less than 2 weeks away. I’m not quite sure how we’re going to get it all done in time. Somehow or another these things always seem to fall into place.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran