growing grace farm
gardening + spirituality + homesteading + creation care
Category: birds
morning song
oh, Morning, you couldn’t wait. Sometimes, you arrive as an unannounced visitor too early for me to greet you with a welcoming hug. But I join you anyway, with sleepy eyes and a cup of tea, my journal, a pen in hand, and shuffling…
wild geese
It has become a tradition for me to read the poem Wild Geese by Mary Oliver on the first morning I hear the geese migrating south. After listening to her interview with Krista Tippett (On Being), I can only hear the poet reading the…