As I was sitting in my stitching chair, reading and commenting on the Kindred Spirit blogs (see the sidebar to the right), a comment popped in from Beverly. And this is why I do what I do … this sense of community from people I may never meet irl (in real life), but who are nonetheless friends, truly kindred spirits.
Winter, such as it ever is in Texas, has left its mark, graying the vibrant colors of spring, summer, and fall. Happily Don has upscaled the bird bath to make it more visible over his wildly successful garden …
And when there are no true feathered friends about, we have some others that keep the beds company …
The first, a hen from Williamsburg days beneath the prayer wheel for peace, created three … no, four long years ago at the beginning of the Russian invasion of Ukraine.
The second, a Williamsburg rooster perched atop a leaning peace pole created by Don. And yes, the dwarf pomegranate was quite fruity this past year.
Last, the pelican painted by our grandkiddos, below which the latest addition to the garden: firefly lights, which gather in the sun and then shine through the night …
May peace abide.
B side reminds me of the saying “back door guests are the best.” I’ve purchased cloths and towels to do the same thing. Thanks for reminding me. Blessings.
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