BIRDS...

yellow Finch

"Birds were created to record everything....

   ... they were not designed just to be beautiful jewels in the sky...

                          ...but to serve as the eyes of heaven." -Suzy Kassem

"In order to see birds....

 ...............it is necessary to be part of the silence." -Robert Lynd

                     Grackles (cow birds)

"The robin flew from his swinging sprig of ivy on to the top of the wall 

    and he opened his beak and sang...

               ...a loud, lovely trill.

                                      ...merely to show off.

        Nothing in the world 

                                          is as adorably lovely

                ...as a robin

                                     when he shows off.

and they are always nearly doing it." -Frances Hodgett Burnett (the Secret Garden)

     "A bird can carry all the sky..." -Harold Monro

Photographs 2026

LAST DAY in MAY...

"A garden is a grand teacher....

                                     

       ...It teaches patience and careful watchfulness.

            ...it teaches industry and thrift...

                                              

...above all, it teaches entire trust." -Gertrude Jekyll

"It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth...

...to feel at one's fingertips the possibility of a new season..."

- Kate Morton                                   

"To potter with green growing things...

                                     

...watching each day to see the dear,

...new sprouts come up,

                                        

...is like taking a hand in creation, I think.

...Just now my garden is like faith.

                                          

...the substance of things hoped for."- Lucy Maud Montgomery

"Sometimes just to touch the earth is enough for me...

                                                  

...even if not a single thing grows from what I plant."

                -Andy Couturier

Photographs 2026

                               

 

THE DAY...

MAY DAY by Sara Teasdale ( 1884-1933) Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1918. This poem was published in "Flame and Shadow" in 1920.

A delicate fabric of bird song

Floats in the air,

The smell of wet earth is everywhere...

Red small leaves of the maple

are drenched like a hand,

Like girls at their first communion,

...the pear trees stand.

Oh, I must pass nothing by

Without loving it so much,

The raindrop try with my lips, the grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure

I shall see again

The world...

... on the first of May

Shining after the rain?

Photographs 2026