may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old...
— E.E. Cummings
It's wet and dark out today...the perfect kind of day to light some candles, turn on the music, and work on few polymer clay flowers. But if you're a certain little determined bird named Ginger, it's the perfect kind of day to try to get into things you're not suppose to...and then snuggle next to a warm, fuzzy sweater.
Of course, even if you're not a certain little determined bird named Ginger, this is also the perfect kind of day for just about anything!