Friday, July 18, 2003
When I peeked out the window this morning, the trees were dripping, Puma's Path of stones was glistening in the soft grey sunlight, and the cacti were a dark new green, wet with last night's rain. The mesquite leaves by the millions are covered with glittering diamonds of life sustaining moisture.... Sign in to see full entry.
Today crying children brought a dead bird and a beautiful flower to me.
We had made a Hotel Birdie a year ago and our resident was dead, we were devastated. The children liked to watch the bird, a male who built a nest in there and never found a roommate, who had died lonely and alone. The flowers that we had planted for birds and butterflies to enjoy were all in bloom... Sign in to see full entry.