I have been watching the birds fly in and out of the vines for a couple of weeks. It takes me a few days to figure out what is happening. I finally discover the nest, far from the BRINK of the arbor, deep inside the DENSE foliage. I once again creep up to peek under the canopy of LANCE-shaped leaves. I see tiny little heads popping up from a small nest. These baby birds, so tiny and a fraction of an OUNCE in weight, have been invisible up to now. I scurry away, so that I do not deter the parents from their endless task of feeding their babies. I could not be happier about this addition to our backyard!

Georg’ann

At the memorial for his GREAT-
grandmother,
a little boy read a piece he wrote.
He spoke with POISE about how
she reminded him of Mary in the Bible
and always took him for Happy Meals.
The WHOLE eulogy delivered
while balancing on one foot.
Another family member sent
a letter to be read.
Much of it was self lauding fantasy.
Its OUNCE of truth contained
in memories Happy Meals.

Heather