This little white birdhouse was orginally meant to be part of a porch decoration placed a few feet from the door several years ago. A little female bluebird soon claimed it, and we have had a bluebird family on the porch every summer since. We moved it to the railing to keep the dogs from interferring. Right now, a bluebird couple is busy with the nest building. Soon she will start laying, then setting, then we will hear the 'chirp-chirp' of babies. He will sit nearby singing a lullaby to his beloved.
No matter how tedious the task in my kitchen, all I need to do is glance out the window and watch the butterflies flit from one flower to another. Then, I count my blessings!
A little 'splash' time at the Buffalo River...it wouldn't be summer without it!
Summertime means bounty from the garden--and the woods! Twice this week Jack has slipped out of the house at dawn and returned an hour or so later with buckets of wineberries and blackberries from the woods and fields near the house! I can taste the cobblers now!
Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning