The Most Beautiful Color in Nature

I sneak under the Weeping Cherry. I part branches like great curtains and tuck myself inside. It's quiet and earthy in there. It's cool and still.

I weave my arm up and then arch my hand over the Robin's Nest to spy inside with my phone's camera.

It's a blind activity; I'm trusting the camera to focus on something and return to me with the spoils.

I fumble to press a button I cannot actually see, finally hear the click, and then steal away as fast as I can.

Hidden away in the garage, I view the photo.

We have an egg, folks. That's possibly the most beautiful color in nature: Robin's Egg Blue. 

I'm hoping she'll lay more eggs this morning.



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Look at that egg! So blue!

"We Are the Somebody Else!"

My husband calls to report a flair moment from the hardware store. A older employee stands in an aisle cleaning up something with a younger employee by his side. As they work to complete the task, the younger man says, "Well, let's just leave the rest for somebody else."

The older man looks at the younger man and said, "We are the somebody else."

So they finish the task.

It reminds me of all those times I say, "Somebody should really. . . " and the day I realized I could make myself that somebody. 

I am the somebody else. We are the somebody else.

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Are you waiting for somebody else to do something you can and should do?

Not If But When: The Fine Art of Expectancy

Years ago, folks would ask me if I was going to write a blog that day.

Now, they ask not if but when. When will the moment arrive? What will the flair be?

Not if but when.

There's really no question now. It's going to happen. No more if. No more doubting. We move from doubting to waiting.

And then from waiting to watching.

And then from watching to seeing.

And then from seeing to proclaiming.

I don't live in if anymore.

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The robin eggs are coming! She hasn't laid them yet, but I know she will.