A few months ago in the early spring, I noticed a chorus of chirps and peeps out the north side of our home. That’s where we have a shaded patio the length of the house. When I looked out the windows that travel from one end to the other, room to room the delightful activities of the birds announced spring with the gathering and building of nests along the beams. At first, I felt such joy! We watched and delighted in these sounds of life.

Soon, I found myself going out to sweep the clutter off the porch…not once, but twice a day. My delight seemed to be tarnishing…. As time marched on, I began to find it a bit of a burden even with the fluffs and chatter of the birdies. After a while, I tried hosing off the miscellaneous twigs, fuzz, and bits of flotsam that had been gleaned to construct these bird nests, when I noticed their beauty, and intricacy. I was in awe! Not only was I observing the construction of their nests, hearing their song of life, watching their loving care for each other, but the natural and precious creation in nature right out my back door. With a new attitude I simple hosed off the mess with grace and humbleness and a touch of reverence for the creator.

Jumping ahead to the present, I find that the days of summer are longer, warmer, and now demanding that I prune off dead blooms, and overhanging, invasive Blackberry stems, and water the garden more. The mornings and evenings are cool and lovely, and as I peeked out the window just yesterday, I saw several birdies in my front garden, jumping from stem to stem, seeming to find treasures to eat off my golden Rudbeckias blooming wildly in my front garden. It brought my thoughts back to springtime and their cycle of nesting and life. It put a smile on my face and I had to call my husband to come and see.

So, as I am writing this little article about the birds and springtime, I am reminded of that old song “Turn, Turn, Turn”. That dates me some, but it comes from a wonderful time in my life and its words are born from infinite wisdom in the scriptures.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:

I just had to listen to the BYRDS on You Tube singing “Turn, Turn, Turn” as I finished this article for you. I invite you to join me.

Till Next Time,

Jackie Jesch