“There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.”
— Henry Ward Beecher
A year ago my post was about Jeff’s father, and how he used to call me outside to see wildlife he had spotted. As I mentioned then, Jeff has his dad’s eye for spotting all sorts of creatures I would never notice. I’ve had so much joy from seeing the animals he shows me.
Yesterday afternoon, just after the heavy snowfall of early March, Jeff called me upstairs and told me to bring my camera. He was looking out our kitchen window, trying to point out two…
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