Another little birdie appeared last night to join blue birdie....I think another one may show up tomorrow...
you can barely see our partially completed tree house in the oak tree. I love tree houses. My brothers built one with a trap door and a special perch way up high in the branches. I loved to hang out in the tree house and just look at the sky through the branches and leaves and wonder where the sky ended. It seems that my boys would rather hang out in the house than in the tree house, so we haven' t been in a big hurry to finish it.
Rock roses in our yard....
In honor of Earth Day...some words from Cedric Wright's, "Words of the Earth"....
Consider the life of trees.
What man may acquire from trees is immeasurable.
From their mute forms there flows a poise, in silence.
a lovely sound and motion in response to wind.
What peace comes to those aware of the voice and bearing of trees!
Trees do not scream for attention.
A tree, a rock, has not pretense, only a real growth out of self,
in communion with the universal spirit.
A tree retains a deep serenity.
It establishes in the earth not only its root system but also those roots
of its beauty and its unknown consciousness.
Sometimes one may sense a glisten of that consciousness, and with such
perspective, feel that man is not necessarily the highest form of life.
Tree qualities, after long communion, come to reside in man.
As stillness enhances sound, so through little things
the joy of living expands.
One is aware, lying under trees,
of the roots and directions of one's whole being.
Perceptions drift in from earth and sky.
A vast healing begins.
The days of our lives must become precious.
In all heaven and earth, there is one thing to do:
take your time.
Enjoy the perfection of what you are doing.
Enjoy accomplishing it exquisitely.