Yesterday morning we went for a walk and the giant spruce trees down the street were being cut down. Mowg said, "I hope the birds can have a nice home." Then on our way back by he was mesmerized by the equipment being used to clean up. We watched for about half an hour. On our way back to the house the garbage truck drove by and the driver waved to us. I'm not sure if he was responding to Mowg or remembering us from another day when we watched him pick up our garbage. It strikes me that in childhood we revere those that we truly should. The folks that get things done. The garbage men, the tree topplers, the many jobs that do things. Instead, we tend not to appreciate those folks as we get older. I think perhaps we should.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
A Few More January Birds