The flower
of
late May...
always in full bloom in our parts
for the
Memorial Day Weekend...
Their beautiful fragrance can fill up a room.
This years bouquet
is in a recently acquired
vintage vase.
Late May
also means
housekeeping...
I've been serenaded by this little guy
all weekend.
He has been busy
hauling sticks into a birdhouse
that sits outside
my living room window.
The little house
is
jam~packed with sticks.
Occasionally he will take a break
from nest building
and sit upon the roof of the house
and sings
&
sings
& sings...
Waiting
for Jenny Wren
to arrive.
He has built her several nests
in and around the yard
to choose from.
She will approve of one
and then
the housekeeping will begin.
She will then begin
to pull some of the sticks out
(why is it that men always over~build things?)
and bring in finer materials,
such as grasses and animal hair,
and form a little cup-shaped nest
to house
her tiny little
white with reddish brown speckled eggs.
So in the meantime,
I'll enjoy
these sweet scents
&
serenades
of late spring~time
in
hopes
that
Miss Jenny Wren approves
of this
little house
outside my window.
Enjoy your day,
Brenda
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