Messages in the smallest of things
Yesterday was a bad day…no a really bad day…no a really rotten stinkin bad day! I had some lousy news in the morning. I went to work anyway…couldn’t really concentrate much on what I was doing so went home. Moped around the house a bit, ended up in the garden. My daughter had replenished some of the moss garden yesterday while we were working outside together. I figured I’d water it, I’ve always found watering somewhat therapeutic…great thinking time. As I was watering a ruby throated hummingbird flew over into the edge of the spray of the hose and sat on the top of the rocks. He sat there for a minute or so flapping his wings and clean...
