Lost and Found

I just crossed "little bird" off my newest kind of list, called "LOST." We tend to like lists at our house, and my newest is a list of missing things. Somehow it feels therapeutic and helps my angst to jot down the current lost things on a list and "let them be." Some things go on and off often: glasses, keys, camera ... and of course, the Gardener always says, "Be patient, you know it will turn up."

When we were in the mountains I bought two little birds as a birthday gift for a friend. At least I thought it was two. (There's incredible self doubt that can arise when things go missing, by the way.) The birds were so cute I thought I'd put them here or there and enjoy them until the birthday arrived. So when I went to gather D's gift together I could only find one bird. I looked everywhere. I even asked my sister and DIL who had shopped with me, if they remembered me buying one bird or two. Finally I gave the gift to my friend, rather embarrassed, telling her to stay tuned, the second bird might fly in some day.

Today, 5 weeks post birthday, as we sat around our dinner table, my eyes focused on a little arrangement I had under a cloche. I gasped loudly and could not believe my eyes. I'm sure you can guess who was tucked into the foliage. D, watch for a flying bird.

For some beautiful collages see Little Red House.