Gifts From Above

 

I am blessed to live on a tiny acre between old growth pines. On morning walks to the chicken coop, little Surcee's are gifted me. Surcee means; little gifts for no apparent reason. I think the origin of the word is Scottish. 

This month's offerings have been delightful! Hawk feathers, owl feathers, dove feathers, tufts of nest and this latest, lichen.  

I believe the surcee's to be apologies for the dreadful inundation of Copperhead snakes this year. I think we are at 10 right now. In their defense, they have all been killed at dusk, which is their bewitching hour and happens to coincide with Zoe's potty walk. 

Not all surcee's are tangible. Some are audible, the turkey's squabbling in the pine ridge nearby, the wailing of bob-cats during mating season. Some are visible, said bob-cats, turkey's, rabbit, birds of all species, butterflies, mayflies, dragonflies, hummingbird's...

  

But, I'm most fond of the little things I can bring in to my little space and look at when the days shorten, when the cold comes — and it will. 

"The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes,

If you foolishly ignore beauty, 

You will be impoverished.

But — if you invest in beauty, 

it will remain with you all the days of your life."

Frank Lloyd Wright