Hear his whooing coo Calling out for you The safety of his perch With earnestness his search Colours softest hues Browns, with pink and blues He seeks his lady fair Will she make a pair? – She chooses carefully Softest brown her artistry Weaves a bed of love Soft as a velvet glove To hold her clutch of two Cover them from view They sit together well Despite the storms that swell – Together love as one Until their brood has won With milk their squabs they raise Within their infant phase When the seasons done Goodbye to summer sun Come again next spring Together on the wing
This week marks a new chapter in the life of my family. We have started homeschooling. We have chosen a unit study on North American Birds. Mothers can learn too! So I have stretched my artistic wings while teaching for the first time.
I rarely start my writing with a set theme. But here is to trying new things and learning alongside my children. Baby steps, my friends. Simple beginnings, better endings.
Isaiah 40:31 – But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.