I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Father's Day

There is a new father in my garden!  
I have not seen him yet--just his hungry babies.  


For several years I've set this decorative bird house on the fence post in my Arbor Garden. . . .