"It boggles my mind that someone can see life breathed into a baby, watch the grass die and come to life again, see leaves fall and watch the re-birth of a tree, or gaze on any of the majestic splendor that is this earth and not be over-powered by the presence of an Almighty God."
~ Bill McCartney
University of Colorado Football Coach and
President of the Promise Keepers
The break in weather from winter to spring is not so stark in Southern California as it is in the Rockies. Yet watching the hummingbirds make themselves at home in the red valerian that is colonizing wherever ground meets sun and a source of water; a sense of place stirs my soul as sure as snow is melting in the mountains.
In checking the bird guides to put a proper name to this green-backed beauty, it seems that some hummingbirds can only be identified by how their nests are composed.
|Cymbidiums still blooming|
|Could this be the Easter Bunny or is it just one of his herd of helpers?|
There was a time when I sought garden- perfection. Bunny pellets, at times more plentiful than blades of grass, were an irritation. Time in this garden has changed my perception. These are not pests, they are God's helpers sent my way. Just short of being tame, the bunnies scatter their fresh manure. Working for just a bit of food.
Maybe it isn't the bunnies that are tamed. Maybe it's me.