I have always adored nests. They represent such hope and inspiration.
And I love the color of the eggs. Soft pastels, all smooth and perfect, nestled within the twigs and branches that have been dutifully collected by the parents.
In the Spring I decorate with nests tucked all around my house. I even have this wreath that I made, greeting guests as they come into my home.
I really LOVE nests. And Eggs.
Interestingly enough, as I have been creating and building and planning this blog (with my husband, or My Yanni, as I will call him) a little bird has been building right along with me, without me even knowing, until this weekend. I looked into one of the beach bags in the garage for sunscreen and I couldn’t believe what I saw! A tiny, perfect, little nest. A REAL nest. I was speechless (which for me is rare, at best).
Because I love nests.
And my blog is Robin’s egg blue.
And I have a bird as part of my logo.
And did I mention that I love nests?
I thought it only appropriate to write my first post on this blessed day filled with hope and promise and inspiration (especially after a weekend filled with awe and serendipity).
Today Jesus gave us all a new beginning and I can’t wait to spread my wings knowing that I have a little birdhouse in my soul…
…and in my garage…
…and on my door…
…and in my foyer…
…and in my kitchen…
I’ll stop now.