…..the sparrows are in rare form today…..chirping,
busy catching bugs to feed to their babies and collecting
grasses to replenish their nests.
Kenny suggested that I change from “Skip To My Ewe” to “Weeping Sparrow”……
” ”Weeping Sparrow” just sounds kind of depressing and sad.” I said.
“no, no”, he replies……” ”Weeping Sparrow”…we have all of these weeping trees
AND sparrows in our garden…”
I’m thinking about it…..
What do you think?
I’ve googled the symbolism of the sparrow and here is
what I’ve found….
I must say I like it!
All too often we take the little Sparrow for granted - small though she may be,
she is certainly powerful. It is her slightness in size that gives her advantages.
She reminds us we do not have to have the big stuff (cars, houses, etc.) to be
important, and we do not have to have the loudest voice in order be heard.
Some keywords/symbolic Sparrow meaning s include:
Sparrows derive power and protection from their numbers. Always in a clan,
they move in clusters, eat in clusters, and are always content as such. This
can be quite intimidating to some would-be predators. Safety in numbers
is a lesson the Sparrow has to share with us.
The Sparrow is ever vigilant in her goals. She is always bustling for her food,
foraging for her nests, and gathering for her young. Fastidious and productive,
the Sparrow is a reminder that idle hands (and idle minds) should be avoided in
order to live a full, healthy life.
She is a master of flight, and camouflage, and as such the Sparrow teaches us
to use our creativity to get around in life - think outside the box, and be creative
in solving our problems.
from “What’s your Sign”
The sparrows make their nests in the ivy on the edge of
our sunroom as well as around our back door…..I don’t
know how many nests there are, but it is always a bevy
of activity and chirping.
Mornings like this are perfect for walking barefoot through
the garden with a cup of coffee in hand. Sparrows chirping
in the background and dewdrops tickling your toes
The lilies are strutting their stuff like showgirls in Vegas.
I don’t know the name of this flower, but it does not want to be
restricted to the flower bed…..
Lonnie loves to lie beneath the tiger’s eye sumac…if he’s
not in the house, this is where you will find him.
The hostas are bigger than ever this year!
The Dutchman’s pipe vine is out of control this year as well
It has ventured past it’s arched trellis and is growing up into
Hope your day is glorious!