I took this picture today. I think it tells quite a story.
I would love to hear about what you see? Quite a bit to work with if you look carefully. Tell me the story……

Even after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with
A love like that.
It lights the whole sky.
~ Hafiz of Persia

I think they are almost ready to fly. Well I hope so. The is no room left for growth. Learn more about these chicks on the following posts.

The giant african land snail (Achatina sp.) I found sneaking around my parsley.
A hair-raising experience which I really couldn’t watch. I was afraid the entire roof would collapse during the process.
1. Rotten roof support devoured by termites.

Really devoured!

2. Support roof and remove old tree trunk.

3. You call that support???

4. Lots of hard work

5. New roof support. Whew!

I live in my house as I live inside my skin: I know more beautiful, more ample, more sturdy and more picturesque skins: but it would seem to me unnatural to exchange them for mine.


Far from the cities
And far from the streets
Far from the people
Is where my heart beats
It beats in slow time
In the vast open space
It beats out the rhyme
Of an African pace
With the sun baking down
And the buzz of blue flies
With chirping cicadas
And gentle breeze sighs
There’s no need to rush
No deadlines to chase
Just the slow steady pulse
Of an African pace
The cool of the morning
The heat of high noon
The balm of the sunset
The silk of the moon
The stars’ steady march
The rivers’ etched face
The life loving rhythm
Of an African pace
( “African Pace” by Wayne Visser)