I started putting out birdseed in hopes of attracting some Cardinals with sunflower seeds. I put a mix in another feeder which attracts a bevy of sparrows. Yesterday as I searched for ways to get my body comfy and Hubby had heated up four rice-filled socks to strategically place on the most painful areas, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was filling my feeders before he left for work. Once he’d gone, I waddled out to the kitchen to make a cup of apricot tea in hope of it soothing my stomach.
There on one of my feeders was my first cardinal of the season.
Along with the cardinal came a couple of doves to feast beneath the other feeder.
Friends, and dear family, that is love.
My husband took the time to fill those feeders with seed. Not so much for the birds. BUT for me. He knew I gained great pleasure at sitting at my kitchen table, sipping tea and waiting for the birds to show up. That is love. Little things that make a big difference to the one we cherish.
