I am a softy and when one of the creatures in my world perishes, my heart stops singing. Good friends and family always have the ability to mend my broken spirit. When I discover new life my heart soars again. Stooped over, plucking weeds, I hear a multitude of squeaks high above. In the 50' stump of 200' Grand Fir that snapped off last year, I find a nest of Sap Sucker Woodpeckers. Here is one of the parents emerging from the hole they drilled. What is there to say except, welcome little ones. You rock my world.
Monday, 9 June 2008
Broken Trees, Mending Hearts
I am a softy and when one of the creatures in my world perishes, my heart stops singing. Good friends and family always have the ability to mend my broken spirit. When I discover new life my heart soars again. Stooped over, plucking weeds, I hear a multitude of squeaks high above. In the 50' stump of 200' Grand Fir that snapped off last year, I find a nest of Sap Sucker Woodpeckers. Here is one of the parents emerging from the hole they drilled. What is there to say except, welcome little ones. You rock my world.
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