Is it hard being a daisy? No shelter, always dependent upon whatever comes its way? Or is their life's simplicity what draws us to them?
The things we own clutter our lives, need attention, take our time. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to get rid of half of all the things I own. Would I feel so free that I would turn around and get rid of half of the remaining possessions?
The problem? Making the choices. Do we hold onto that table to give to the kids when they start their own home? Do we keep items for a rainy day or an uncertain future? At what point do we get rid of items and trust that God will provide? And at what point do we keep things as wise stewards?
While walking on a misty morning, I noticed the Blackbirds were flocking. Can they be done raising their young for the summer? We are just past the ides of July! Will autumn come early? I thought this was something that happened in August. Or am I mistaken?
This large beauty landed in my yard yesterday--I had never seen anything like it in our corner of Wisconsin. It has a leg band which makes me think it is a homing pigeon. I was able to walk up within a few yards of it, and I was baffled at how tame it was. It was not until I had the photos in my computer and was able to blow them up that my son pointed out that it was banded. We Googled homing pigeons and Rock Doves, and we found a lot of info about them. Perhaps this one is flying cross-country. I hope he will safely find his way home.
William of Orange was placidly washing up on the deck when he finally spied the bird. He dashed across the driveway and the bird flapped its way up to the top of the garage. Usually our cats are leery of big birds (they hate the chickens). I'm glad the dove was not harmed. And now I cannot help but wonder where he is headed and who is waiting for him!