Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird have produced 5 lovely blue eggs and Meg and Cisco have produced 6 1 lb. pups.
Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird started moving in several days ago. I’ve been watching closely and seeing the progress of their nest. It looks fully ready to me except for a lining of feathers. We had a laugh when one morning we saw a strip of tinsel woven into the nest, and marveled at Mrs. B’s interior decorating and desire for a little bling. The next day when we checked we couldn’t see the bling and Mark speculated that Mr. B had set his foot – err, claw down – “It’s either me or the tinsel, dear!” This morning I noticed a small candy wrapper and am happy that she’s at her merriment again.
Besides Bluebirds, this morning I also saw: a pair of House Finches who have built a nest high in the pine tree, robins, mourning doves, a sandpiper, sparrows, all just in the little patch of yard on the SE front of our house.
Saturday morning saw us heading over to Piano Festival for Kyle and Mark’s 9:00 session. They played in a “Superior” way and I was Room Mother. Shirley Frischkneckt and Marilyn Halling were our judges. Aisia (I - sa) and Yuki Inouye (Een – o – way), and Rebekah Bishop were the other piano players.
We started Stake Conference with Elder and Sister Leavitt in Jay’s office with Ham Sandwiches, deviled eggs, and steamed asparagus.
Mark is full of “just kidding’ moments lately. He had to photo bomb my photo shoot of the beautiful flowers Danon Jones sent us home with.
Carl Purcell, my favorite artist in water color, does an original each Spring for the program for Nan’s Recital.
Mark and Kyle have worked hard to get ready with their festival pieces. It’s exciting to see/hear their efforts culminate at this very fine event. They both have dynamic piano songs.
Every Christmas, O little town of Ft. Green dons its apparel to represent O Little Town of Bethlehem. After a happy tip from neighbor Amy, we went up from Sanpete, out of the city of Manti, into the city of David, which is called Bethlehem.
And it came to pass. . . that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus . . .
. . . and all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
I never tire of this Sweetest story ever told. I never tire of the hymns and carols about his miraculous birth and life. And I shall always adore Him – Christ the Lord.