I am not having much luck with my front porch hanging baskets this year. Three of the four have bird's nests in them. One of them is a robin's nest. Home girl just set up camp right on top of my strawberry plant which pretty much died. I haven't been watering the rest of the plant much because I don't want to drown the baby birds so it's starting to look pretty sad.
Tonight I decided enough was enough so I took the basket down and was going to carefully add some water to the soil without getting the baby bird wet. Well, baby bird turned into monster baby bird over night and decided to jump ship when I took the basket down.
After my baby bird fiasco I looked over across our property and the sun was shining in on our patch of newly seeded grass where the old farm house once sat. The sprinkler was going and it was really quiet. This photo doesn't do it justice but it felt almost like there was a presence amongst me and it really hit me that the old house was gone. The house where my husband's grandfather and all his siblings were raised. Gone. But really it's a good gone. At some point in our lives we have to start over. Some things just aren't worth making work anymore and that old farm house was one of them.
That thought can be applied to almost any aspect of life. The last several months have really taught me that sometimes you have to figure out what or who is holding you back from getting the most out of life. Life is too short to hold onto anything or anyone dragging you down.