Encouragement. Hope. Without exception, love.
Two robins performed a mating dance this morning.
Mid-air, wings flapping, diving, dipping, landing, and starting over again.
Chasing, pursuing, agreeing.
A beautiful scene.
A dance that needed no music, merely the flapping of wings and the changing of the air simply by occupying it.
It rained this morning. There is no sweeter place to be on a rainy morning than on my screened-in porch. The birds don’t seem to mind as they go from tree to tree; from feeder to tree; from tree to ground. The robins especially like it as it brings the worms to the surface making mealtime less arduous. The plants and flowers thrive with rain.
As I look at my side garden, I notice the colors of green are so varied. The hues, the textures, the heights and widths, so uniquely different and yet working in harmony to create a breathtaking landscape. I love that each plant continues to be itself in this painting, and yet together with the others, who are also themselves, brings the manifestation of beauty to the forefront. One is as important to this scene as the next. It would not be the same if one were not allowed to shine, or was not given the sun and water it needs to grow.
So, let it rain. And, embrace it all.
