Whether it's a Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder
kind of day for you or not--
some days it hasn't been for me or you
or for ones we care about--
I like knowing that they're there somewhere,
busy making a home and raising babies.
There's always something pretty to look at in this wild patch
I asked RH to leave when he mows the lawn.
Right now it's a large wild pink rose in bloom
in the hedge that gives us road privacy along part of
the long wedge-shaped frontage.
Let's don't cultivate everything, okay?
Let's leave some room for the wild things
to flourish and be free.
I need that view from my windows too.
Almost as much as I need this one.
But never as much, BreeBree, never.
