tail's up!
eyes and ears open
Thalia pulls the found from her pockets and arranges a collage.
“Please tell me the bee is no longer buzzing.” Nia first hears, then spies a hummer sipping from potted pentas.
“Dehhhhhd, dehd, dehd.” Thalia scratches Henny’s head. “Hen led me to it with her nose."
“And the moth?”
“Diiiin-ing room wihhhn-doh sill.”
“Isn’t it interesting…” Cal holds up a stem of seed pods, “… that each… even on the same branch… follows its unique call to maturity?”
Sometimes I arrive just when God’s ready to have someone click the shutter.
~Ansel Adams
Ansel Adam’s humility is refreshing!
I’ll wager that the collage result wasn’t immediately known, as Tal joyfully collected this, then that. After all, the moth was back home during the initial foraging. 😊 And isn’t that just like life much of the time! Cal’s remark aptly captured the uniqueness of our paths.