The four chipmunks have now consumed two entire feeders worth of nuts!
Not so the hummingbird which sips delicately at the nectar feed for a few seconds at a time.
We've also been discovered by a blue jay who loves tapping away at whatever it can find after the chipmunks have gone.
The privilege of life here beside the water continues to grow upon us and we've had another day of gorgeous sunshine and tree bending breezes.
We are now in the process of applying for a mortgage so will wait anxiously to see how that goes. It is a vital next step for us.
Nicholas
A swing is a very special gift. As a child it was the place we pretended we could fly, pumping higher and higher, kind of scary...but not really, mostly it was just exciting and exhilarating.
As a woman, it is neither of those, for I know I am not flying and I know that the moment I allow my feet to touch the ground, I slow myself down...nothing to fear.
Maybe more than anything, though, the swing reminded me today that there is great joy in simply being present in an activity. There is definitely no "goal" in swinging, for one does not go anywhere, just back and forth.
Or maybe we do, go somewhere. Maybe we go into a place within our adult selves, where the child lives and dreams and believes that the best work is play, that creativity is penultimate, and that all things are possible.
That...is a lot of mileage from two pieces of rope tied onto a board and a big tree branch...no matter how you measure...
Judy
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