As she shares in her first post, her mother, having been diagnosed with a brain tumor, came to live with them this past summer. As the days lend themselves to sweet moments to be treasured, and moments that tear at the heart, she has erected some bird feeders for her mother.
I did not know this until yesterday when I walked over to visit.
Remember the ice tree The Man and I created?
From my kitchen window, I have so enjoyed watching the Cardinals. At times as many as six in the tree at once.
I had no idea bird feeders were set up next door. What a gift was given to our yards. To our souls.
Today, all the ice is on the ground. White, but speckled. Speckled with some brown, and some with bright red.
Today as I watched, I smiled and I thought of my friend. I thought of the gift she gave her mom. And in doing so, without knowing it or meaning to, she gave a gift to another...
So go visit her. Her words and thoughts are beautiful and her challenge so timely.
“A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”