may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
I was reminded of these lines when I was watering the plants in our garden a few days ago, and a little robin flew towards me and perched on the branch of one of our rose bushes. It sat there, and just stared at me whilst I filled the watering can. With its stare, it was as if it was trying to tell me something.
This sampler, full of Quaker style medallions and ornaments, has scattered about it a number of birds. When I counted how many I added, by a strange coincidence I counted 22 (Two Little Ducks, for anyone who plays Bingo!).
For me, birds equal joy and freedom. And I think this sampler is a very joyful one, with a playful bird popping up in the letter O of one of the alphabets.
