Saying it with flowers again

My lovely 6 year old son knows how to brighten my day. Just like he often does, he came in from outside with his hand behind his back. "Mummy, I have something for you and Daddy to share." Thinking I knew what to expect, I turned away from the computer and smiled, ready to receive the usual small, crumpled daisy snatched from our overgrown lawns.

Instead he whipped out these! (mercilessly torn from our flowering bush at the back, but it's the thought that counts.)

It's week 2 of the school holidays. It's a wet school holidays. The boys have cabin fever. I have cabin fever. Tomorrow, more rain is due. My 7 year old's friend is due too. What to do, what to do?....Seriously, what to do? I've no creative energy left. Actually, no energy left. I digress....

I been thinking about my love of birds. Not just their precious nature or beauty, but also how their birdsong can soothe my soul. It's a simple remedy but hard to acquire in times of chaos and incessant rain. I've taken to listening to them online. Desperate measures for desperate times. Let me see if I can link them here:

http://www.kiwi-wildlife.co.nz/Sounds/kokako.mp3

http://www.kiwi-wildlife.co.nz/Sounds/morepork.mp3

http://www.kiwi-wildlife.co.nz/Sounds/bellbird.mp3

Just a few small sounds. I'm gonna look for a CD of them. The Morepork will help me sleep at night...........I feel a little better already.