I miss the birds who PERCH outside my window. I miss them flying ABOUT, their sweet songs filling the air. I know that when we get home the flowers – from DAISY, rose, snapdragon, and more – will be gone for the season. But it will not be dead and boring. As we enter the FINAL days of our trip, I look forward to returning to the winter antics of the squirrels, NINJA-like in their leaps and struggles to steal from the bird feeders.

Georg’ann

I was GIVEN gifts
Took time, developed my skill
Now, NIFTY NINJA

Heather