What is that one thing that is unique to you...that just fills you with joy?
After a very hard and exhausting first 8 weeks of the semester I finally had a moment to soak in one of my little joys.
What was it???
The beautiful trill of my Purple Martins returning to their home for the spring!
Every year about this time my birds return and fill me with wonderfull memories of my family and glorious spring days. As a young girl I worked hard with my grandfather to grow and hollow out gourds to make little bird homes. My grandfather and I would sit on the porch in the evenings at his farm and watch the martins swoop over our heads and make beautiful songs. My grandfather died a few years ago. My mother found his book on "Purple Martins" and gave it to me. It's something small, but means so much.
We decided to put up our own martin house a few years ago and are delighted yearly by their return. We make it a point to sit on our porch with our daughter and enjoy the time together. There is just something about a warm summer evening in Texas and the sight and sounds of my cheery birds.
