Hang in there, Gaylord!

Dear Diary,

Bird feeding season is nearly at an end and Gaylord wants to savor every moment! He demonstrated some neat gymnastics this morning. I planted this crab apple tree in memory of a favorite aunt who love to watch the birds from her kitchen window...now I do and think of her. Memories have a way of stealing back into consciousness at the most unlikely moments. We think we are doing something, thinking about something quite trivial, and then, there it is...a flash from the past.

"The soul speaks to us through images." - Carl Jung