The
yellow china teapot holds a few more servings. Join me with my second
cup. If you had arrived earlier, together we could have observed a
couple mourning doves. I call them moaning doves. They sing such a
sad song, don't you agree?
A pair of Eurasian collared doves flew into our red horse chestnut
tree. They're not aggressive like blue jays. The doves sat patiently
on a branch above the bird feeder, waiting their turn at the seeds my
husband provides for bird treats. The doves feasted on their meal,
then spread their wide white wings, flew up, and then away to a tall
fir tree. I enjoy watching their unusual drift straight up, takeoff flight. If they had
stayed longer, I'd have a picture to show you. Actually, I wasn't
thinking quick enough. The hour is kind of early in the day.
As I read Matthew 6 this morning, I discovered our Lord's favorite flower. He said field lilies
were more beautiful than all of Solomon's glory of gold, fabrics and
wisdom. My calendar shows it's too early to anticipate
spring flowers. But thinking about them doesn't hurt, even if my husband
does say I think too much.
Spring
waits around the next corner! My dahlias say so. One inch of stem
shows above the ground right now.
Happy Birthday to Jeannine and Shirley!
Juanita