Throughout my married life, I have always had in storage some sort of bird feeder. I am not so certain as to why the bird feeder was never filled and placed high in a tree somewhere but good intentions always ensued. After a year or two, the existing bird feeder would be carelessly disposed of by my husband who in his eyes was doing both of us a favor by cleaning out the garage which meant: throwing out all of my things he deemed useless. So another spring sprung upon us this year which meant.....time to buy another bird feeder. Of course, with the assumption that this was indeed the year the seed would be bought, the bird feeder hung and all would rejoice.
As my husband arrived home he passed by the walmart bags containing not only our new $3.95 bird feeder but adjacent was the $9.99 bag of house finch seed. We embraced as is custom for the days of the work week when the husband arrives home from his hard day at work. We ate dinner, exchanged notes on the events of the day and then I was off to yet another "mini" enrichment activity. When I arrived home I noticed that the walmart bags were no longer where I had originally placed them. Without saying a word I snooped around to see if the bird feeder made it's way straight to the trash can. To my amazement, I saw that it not only was hanging in our mini gazebo (not where I would put it) out back and filled with seed!! I gave my husband a smile of approval to which he replied......"how many of those freaking things do I have to throw out?"
I then realized that I had not properly communicated to him why I persist in waisting money on such trivial items. The truth is, birds make me happy. I love nature, and in my not so shining moments of motherhood I know I can go sit next to the bird feeder and watch them make a mess of my yard. It somehow brings my blood pressure down and fixes whatever the previous problem was that caused me to lock the children inside while I escaped out the back. So for $3.95 plus the cost of seed I find myself rather inexpensive therapy.
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Why Fields of Daffodils?
So why would I name my blog after a poem Wordsworth wrote? Well, for one thing, as an individual who would love nothing more then to dig in dirt or go on a hike to release the stresses of life....I figured it would be appropriate to write about my own personal daffodils. We all have our ups and downs but I have found comfort in talking or writing about the idosyncrasies of life and motherhood. Thus feeling justified in my quest to find happiness and laughter amidst the nooks and crannies in what we call our probation here on earth. May you be able to laugh with me while you find laughter in your own life as well.
