'I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out 'til sundown, for going out, I found was really going in.' John Muir

I've seen the top of Everest (from a long way off), smelled the breath of a whale (from way too close) and lived on a boat in Greece (for a few years), but I continue to experience some of my most precious moments right outside my backdoor.

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Friday, 14 February 2014

St. Valentine's Storm

In my room in the roof, the thundering wind sends leaves swirling past the skylight and I’m Dorothy spinning up and up through the middle of the tornado.  

I watch a male sparrow deliver a small white feather to the nest box, better than a dozen red roses.  The female seems unimpressed, maybe she dreams of reclining on scented rose petals? 

Soon the rain beats hard on my roof window and I can hardly hear ‘O Mio Babbino Caro,’ or as I now sing, ‘O Mio Babbino Sparrow.’  Now there are no birds to be seen anywhere.  Where have they all gone?  I hope they’re tucked up safe in the thorn-thick hedge. 

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