If I sit quietly long enough, without concern for time, Nature always opens a tiny window inviting me in...today's message came as a morning dove. I had finished planting two rose bushes and sat for a bit when I noticed a dove with a stick in her beak on one of my pines. "Huh", I thought. I took several gulps of water, chatted with my dogs, and then I saw her again. Another stick. Just quietly collecting sticks. More sips of water and then she dropped down from the pine and started walking through the desert brush behind my back wall. I in turn jumped from my chair and started watching her... I'm imagining her thoughts,"this looks good, but, wait ! I think I saw it over there...yes! That's the one"! She pulled out a bit of an old fallen branch and flew back to my tree. Now I'm under the tree looking practically into the sun trying to find the nest location... TWO doves now... I can see them discussing the perfect placement of the new find...
How lucky am I? I don't consider the question a silly one but instead one that brings about more questions. This nest explains the tiny eggshells that I often find on my grass; and the rather large society of morning doves that wake me up...Cooo, cooo, . Very distinctive. Actually the more I think about them I go back to my grandmother's house so long ago and I can hear them there. A distant call; "Paige, how about some jelly toast?" A simple moment given to me because I took a brief pause to notice the sweet, young mother bird building her nest anew. But my thoughts turn back to the roses... I will name them Fred and Myrth. In memory of gardens, doves, love, and jelly toast. How lucky am I. No longer a question.
