As I'm out on my deck, relaxing from a long morning of landscaping, the bird are chirping, and people are mowing their lawns. I learned today that women don't need fancy things or dinners, they want you to do a little work so they can sit and feel at peace. I know my hard, sweaty gift of a flower bed and newly landscaped yard will allow both my mom and aunt to smile and feel relaxed for months to come. I probably will never have a lot of money. But I know by doing small things that mean a lot to a woman's peace will mean way more then a fancy car or dinner and not really caring about their inner peace.
So I am out here whistling to my birds a call that I would whistle to these chicklets that nested next to where I would smoke. Suddenly two of the chicks (now grown) fly up to the chair my feet are on and drop me two worms. Whistle my call, then fly away. There's a reason why I am nicknamed Francis after the saint.
Animals feel peace around me and are not afraid. So as I quickly and rudely put the worms in the flower bed, I still appreciate the gift and after two years, still being remembered. People say animals don't have long memories and no emotion, but after worms being left for me as a present, I would like to argue that belief. Perhaps I'm not such a bad person after all. I may have things to work on and a heart that is still foolishly seeking out its lost love, but deep down, I'm kind and sincere. Thank you birdies, but your worms should be in the ground :-)
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