Ten

He is the rain, the snow, the clouds, the sky.
He is the screaming gull, the starlings as they murmur.
He is the sun when it rises, and when it sets.
He is the soil, the trees, the plants, the flowers.

He is everywhere in nature, and he is always.





I think he would like the woman I am now. I think he would like my adventures with the Percys, my ever growing love of birds. How I try to be fair and just. How I am still, as he put it: "Quite a handful, but never boring."

Here's to you, Papa, and may I continue to see you everywhere around me.

April 13th 1920 - February 18th 2005