The Robin and Flowers

Have just been jarringly awakened by the sound of Matt shouting out the window at a cat stalking a robin. Feel rather shattered.

The anxiety increases. One of the eggs hatched yesterday.

Kept freaking out at the children to get away from the nest. Don't want them in the house, of course, but don't want them outside either. As they say, there's never a good time to have children, or to have a yard full of children, or to have lots of extra children. I compounded matters by insisting we be outside in the blazing hot sun for a little Memorial Day supper.

Irritated everyone trying to get tables arranged as far into the shade as possible, making people drag chairs around, generally making everything lots more complicated than it should have been.

Aren't they gorgeous? I probably need to make lists of all my plants, or something, for when we go on vacation. Going to be so anxious about them, the plants, and the robins, and the world, and the people swept away by the flood in Corpus, and the Middle East, and some other stuff. Lots of cause for anxiety every where. And gratitude. Very grateful to have had this time with my grandparents, and my parents. Maybe God will make everything ok, as he has said he will.

In the meantime, praying for everything in an ineffectual scattershot way. Have a lovely day.