Sunday, June 21, 2015

Small Things That Have No Words

The other day we found a nest of bunnies in our little strawberry patch. I had done some work in the garden the day before and the nest wasn't there, so these babies are just born. It is a good spot for a nest--there is a fence around our tiny kitchen garden so the dogs can't get in, and of course, there is food aplenty. : )  I go out every day and uncover the nest to check the bunnies' progress. It makes Seth and Zach crazy. "Mom, the mother rabbit is going to abandon the nest if you keep disturbing it." No, I say, this rabbit knows me. We see each other all the time in the yard. One evening, she made friends with a mallard duck who stopped by on his fly over to the pond to munch some clover.


Dear Father, hear and bless thy beasts and singing birds, and guard with tenderness small things that have no words. ~Margaret Wise Brown