Sunday, June 21, 2020
Last year, at a farmers market, a woodworker had several unique birdhouses. I bought the one made out of an antique wooden pocketbook (I'm guessing it's from the 1940s). A wren has taken up residence. (Notice the stick sticking out of the hole.)
I hung the birdhouse at eye-level, and any number of people walk right by it without noticing.
This birdhouse is delightful. How much ordinary delight do we walk by every day and fail to notice?
Stop. Look. Listen.
Delight is all around.