Sitting, part 17

in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011


Five little birds are gathered in my front yard. We blew out the garage last night, so our yard is full of all sorts of fascinating debris: dryer lint, string, twigs. A feast for those five little birds. Or treasure for their nests.


Gather up.


Store up.


Eat up.


Fill up.


I offer this day to those five little birds, who know abundance when they see it and dig in.