During last night’s rain storm, a bird’s nest apparently was blown out of one of the trees in our backyard.
Incredible, isn’t it? The way a bird, without the aid of any tools other than its beak, can craft a home like this. Round, sturdy (although it wasn’t a match for last night’s wind, when it landed in the driveway it was virtually intact save some of the outer shell), and surprisingly neat.
While I, with the aid of modern technology and housekeeping tools the founding women would have killed for, still have a cluttered, messy home. Laundry never quite caught up. Dishes in the drainer. Kitchen table piled high with books and papers. Floors filthy with paw prints no matter how much I sweep or mop.
And yet … both are home sweet home.