If I gave you pretty flowers
June 12, 2009 | Iowa, Spring
These are for Amie. Her peonies bloomed before mine even got started. I promised to prolong the blooms by sending her pictures of mine. Here ya go.
These are for Amie. Her peonies bloomed before mine even got started. I promised to prolong the blooms by sending her pictures of mine. Here ya go.
I put pictures together of the robin’s nest in our window for the kids to take to school. They brought them home, and we looked through them again. They asked if the nest was empty now. I said, yes, it was. About 10 minutes later, one of them came running to me, “Mommy, Mommy, come and see! There are four eggs in the nest!”
What? Are you kidding? Nope.
There are four more eggs in the nest. Here we go again.
I saw the bird first thing in the morning and wondered if he would spend another day in the nest. Next time I looked, I found an empty nest. I was all excited for the little bird. A little sad too.
Both mom and dad birds hover near the nest, chirping away. I imagine they say something like, “Your brothers and sisters all took off, went to school, graduated from college, got jobs and started families of their own, and here you sit. Why don’t you get out there and get a job?”
And he’s all, “Nah. I’m good. Oh, hey, could you bring me another worm while you’re up?”
And they do.
Getting ready for takeoff.
Then there were three.
Then there were two.
Then there was one.
