Tuesday, February 27, 2007
the noble work of birds
in new hampshire, we lived in a haunted farmhouse. the couple who built the home & farmed the land had decided to stay. it wasn't until we bought this home that i understood why someone cannot let go sometimes, why you choose to stay in a cold farmhouse instead of somewhere a bit warmer with no bills.
after heavy soulsearching and numbercrunching, we are staying put. it would be a lie if i told you that my heart had not broken when asked to sell this home and leave my garden, a home that we have shaped with our hands, backs and hearts. my heart did break but sometimes you have to get over yourself, dry the tears and keep on keeping on.
you have no idea how happy my heart feels at this moment. the one thing that i had banked on was that i would have one last spring here to smell the first rose of the season, to see what bulbs the squirrels had missed, to see my birds make nests again and to see the garden burst out of her bra. as the birds are darting & swooping with nest material around here, we are pushing the old material out of ours. the intense purging and replumping of our own nest is something that i am thankful for. that and way more springs here.