Garden

Garden , originally uploaded by bbmarie {studiobeerhorst}.

The chickens are making there way around the garden this morning looking for things to eat. They keep scratching around through the straw with little kicks of their feet. Always moving, always searching, always looking for the next little morsel. They are constantly vigilant except latter in the day when they are resting on their roost or nestled in a snug little nest made in the litter of the coop. These wonderful birds have brought so much life, color and movement to our back yard and they inspire us to be also searching and scratching the surface of our environment for the little morsels that we need to feed on, the little chunks of inspiration, morsels of learning and new insights. Who might be a new friend? Where will this thought take us? How will we make use of this new idea? Could this be the beginning of a new song? Where is my sketch book 'cause I want to capture this cluster of flowers in the vase on the table before their color and shape goes away.



I sang a song the other day with the line "5 years old, magic in the air, running around in just a t shirt and under ware" This was a song written about daughter Dove a few years ago. Rain was reflecting on these lyrics the other day out loud and said; "I wouldn't run around in just a t shirt and my underwear." Pearl then said, "Well Rain you wouldn't because you are more modest." A few minutes later Rain said, "Yeah, but why am I modest?" and then not waiting for more of Pearl's wisdom she went on to this piercing insight, 'I think it is because I am christian and Dove is more Italian." This seem to make sense to her. For the rest of us it meant a whole lot of fun.