We sit, plates balanced on our knees filled with scrambled eggs, blanched spinach and blueberries. Sweet milky coffee steams in my mug and Steven sits across from me. Smiles on our faces. We watch the birds muddy and nearly empty the birdbath with their splashing. Especially the fox sparrows. Man, do they love the water! I feel happiness because I avoid thinking that it’s smoke from the fires our birds are washing off their beautiful feathers.
Henry India Holden💖