Surely that is the title of a book. It’s about a little blind girl who spends all day in her Grandma’s garden listening and talking to the little birdies that come to splash in the happy little bird bath……
Hmmm… that’s starting to sound eerily like another story I
made up read once…
This afternoon the family ran a bunch of errands with The Pastor and then we ended the outing with a trip to Fish Creek Park, a lovely provincial park in the middle of our city. The kids once again enjoyed adventuring and discovering.
And of course I went nutso freako with my
5th child Nikon D80. If this bores you to tears and you need a little soundtrack to numb the pain, you have the option.
Sound Effects – Woody Woodpecker Laugh uploaded by beanycastillo
Not sure if that numbed the pain or just your brain but it was my best effort. And looky who I ran into today.
Just look at him. Isn’t he beautiful?
I’m sure you’re probably not too shocked to hear that Woodpeckers, like hummingbirds, aren’t terribly concerned with stopping what they are doing long enough for a person to get a nice non-fuzzy picture.
And then he was like, “Dude, I am so done with this Paparazzi garbage. I’m out of here. I’ll see ya in rehab ya maniac!” And he flew to the top of the tree.
And I was all, “Whatever dude. I can still see you. It’s called a ZOOM lens ya loon!”
And then he was like, “No way. Did you just call me a Loon? I’m a Woodpecker ya freak. Oh and guess what? I can still get away. It’s called WINGS!”
And then he was gone.
And I was all, “Like I am so over birds. I am going to go take pictures of trees now. That’ll show him who’s boss. Birds are like so totally last week.”
So I left the bird to take pictures of trees.
And then my kids were like, “Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird!!” (But I didn’t look! I’m so like totally done with birds!) “It’s a plane!! It’s SOOOOP…” No… they didn’t say that. But I did look up and they forced me to take a picture.
And then I moved on to my new obsession for the day. Trees.
I do so love trees. I practically lived in the Oak tree in my backyard (which is now a stump ala The Giving Tree, even though, you’ll be relieved to know, it did not talk to me as it did to the boy in the story). When you get up close to them and stare right into them, they very much resemble my life, organized chaos. It’s chaotic, no doubt… branches and twigs going every which way but it’s not a completely unruly mess. Nutrients still arrive to the very tips of each tiny little branch of a branch of a branch. And all of it, no matter how confusing and brambly a mess it appears to be, it brings glory to its maker.