I’m writing you from my kitchen table today. I am nibbling on a bowl of blueberries, plotting out my day, staring out into the backyard, and reveling in the peace of nature. The cardinals swoop and dance on the feeder. There must be a bird of prey around for one is in the trees, calling in panicked bursts as relentless as a ticking clock. In the past few days, we’ve entertained the doe who was born in the yard last year and her twin brother (with his teensy antlers 🥹), a very pudgy groundhog, myriad birds, chipmunks, and squirrels, and a lone hummingbird—truly my greatest triumph of the past decade. The old house did not attract hummingbirds regardless of my diligence with the feeder; this lone ranger fills me with an obscene amount of joy.
Taking Joy Where You Can Find It
Taking Joy Where You Can Find It
Taking Joy Where You Can Find It
I’m writing you from my kitchen table today. I am nibbling on a bowl of blueberries, plotting out my day, staring out into the backyard, and reveling in the peace of nature. The cardinals swoop and dance on the feeder. There must be a bird of prey around for one is in the trees, calling in panicked bursts as relentless as a ticking clock. In the past few days, we’ve entertained the doe who was born in the yard last year and her twin brother (with his teensy antlers 🥹), a very pudgy groundhog, myriad birds, chipmunks, and squirrels, and a lone hummingbird—truly my greatest triumph of the past decade. The old house did not attract hummingbirds regardless of my diligence with the feeder; this lone ranger fills me with an obscene amount of joy.