The Wren

I slept in this morning, surprisingly not because I was sore from yesterday’s garden. The walks must have limbered up the old muscles. Hubby had a long list of things to do. He took our trash and recycling to the convenience center, picked up meds from the base and shopped for ingredients I need to make tomorrow’s dessert. I confirmed that my mother still plans to make the trip. I changed linens, finished two loads of laundry and mopped. This sweet wren was at the suet when I made lunches. Hubby is picking up Brooklyn from the bus stop while I finish a few house tasks. We wanted to work outside but it’s overcast and chilly. Gardening is supposed to be enjoyable. It wouldn’t have been today. I felt good about all the other things we accomplished. Wishing a feeling of accomplishment. Stay safe. Thanks for dropping by. “He who shall hurt the little wren, shall never be beloved by men.” - William Blake