A wish is many things. It is apprehension and anticipation. It is lucky coins and dandelion fluff and rainbows stretching to forever. It is loves-me after loves-me-nots and a pile of plucked flower petals at your feet. It’s purple bikes and getting picked first and a passing grade in math. It’s the marvelous and the miraculous. It’s hunger and heartache. A wish is something extraordinary that you never hoped to have.
Or something very ordinary that most people take for granted.
~ John David Anderson, Granted
Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.
When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.
Remember this guy from yesterday’s post? It’s one of a pair of Great Crested Flycatchers building a nest in the wren house near the garage. In light of today’s events regarding the withdrawal of the U.S. from the Paris Climate Agreement (yes, I know, I’m not supposed to be paying attention to the news but the news butted in while I was watching something else), I want to feature this bird today because the Great Crested Flycatcher is listed as one of nine songbirds unable to keep up with the shift in spring due to climate change.
There is an interesting article about climate change and songbirds here.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. And stand up for the songbirds and other critters if you can.