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You know I suffer from wanderlust. I’m a lot like Katie that way; give me a place to go and I’m ready. If I had my way there would be somewhere new to visit every weekend; errands, housework and the yard responsibilities would melt away. Some people, particularly someone I’m married to, probably think I’ve already abandoned all household responsibility. He would be close to correct.
The road calls me constantly and it’s hard when I’m out not to just keep going. So I found it refreshing Sunday afternoon to feel content and happy just standing on our deck watching the birds swoop in and out of our freshly filled feeders.
My brave little titmice were first to zoom in, even before I retreated from filling the feeder.
Brave little guys
The chickadees soon followed…
What you lookin at?
…and the goldfinches, now a subdued green were happy with the full thistle feeder.
Greedy goldfinches.
And as soon as I was inside a whole gang of cardinals arrived to party.
Party!
It’s good to know that I can be content here too. Even if it’s only for an evening. I know that the call of the road will be singing loud again soon.
But for a moment it was good to be home.
Supper!
