is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller
Thursday, May 21, 2015
bird nests in the yard
Bird nest with several eggs inside a tool bag pouch hanging inside our garage the back door always stays open for Sammy ... she found a safe place to roost, though she does startle every time I walk by there.
This nest was anchored in the branches of the gardenia bush - inactive- spotted it while searching for gardenia "starts"
same nest settled in the crepe myrtle for a brighter shot I admire the architecture and the industry!
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