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“If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.”
—Chinese Proverb
—Chinese Proverb
That Chinese Proverb finally makes sense to me. Yesterday I saw my first-ever Eastern Bluebird!
“Was it the Bluebird of Happiness?” you ask.
I don’t know. That didn’t even cross my mind yesterday. I was just mesmerized by the tiny explosion of color flitting in some branches.
Yet today, with the image of the creature still fresh in my mind, I feel nothing can go wrong. Maybe it WAS the Bluebird of Happiness…
[The bird was too quick for me to snap a photo of him. The pic here is from Jerry Jourdan.]
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