I have a rather cruel habit of letting my porch plants dry out until their wilting stems and crisped by the sun petals practically beg for a drink from the watering can. Yesterday, I apologized while lifting my drooping geraniums down from the hooks that keep them high above ground level and away from sticky fingers who think flowers are always prettier in one's own sweaty hands. I gasped when I noticed this most perfect and teeny nest nestled sweetly between the leaves in my planter. While I was busy ignoring my chores a mother bird had been following her instincts and I am happy she's chosen to stay with us awhile.
2 days ago