The party’s over.
The flock of 20 or so hummingbirds that stopped by our yard to rest and refuel for several weeks has moved on.
|Just part of the crowd that visited
our feeders from first light to dusk
|Hummingbirds often hog the feeders.|
Could it be the ready food supply?
I don’t know.
But I worry.
|The birds had a rough time last winter.|
But so far, they haven’t listened.
|So many people–one can get lost in a crowd in NYC.|
|Not much ambiance, but
the seafood and burgers
are good and reasonably priced!
But the one who haunts me most is the bedraggled young woman pushing her belongings in a grocery cart on the sidewalk in Vancouver. I bet she was living in a dorm or sorority house six months before instead on of the street.
Sidetracked by booze and easy dope?
|Vancouver British Columbia is a beautiful city.|
That’s what I wanted to say to each of them.
Call your mother for bus fare home.
She’s worried. And waiting by the phone.
|Destin, Florida 1973|
But I’m glad I did.
|The beach is so nice, sometimes
you just have to dance for joy!
I still love the Gulf Coast’s sugar sand. Even now, I’m tempted linger at Navarre Beach. If we didn’t have a houseful of cats and children and grandchildren nearby, I’d be happy to live there part of the year.
We go often enough that we’ve met several transplants. Some came to the area with the military, others for a job or on vacation. Eventually, they found ways to stay or come back and settle down.
But they’re different from the stragglers and panhandlers. They didn’t just hang around, hoping to extend the party.
They had a plan.
There are always consequences.
I wish all those people knew the One who’s waiting to come to their rescue.
Do you know someone who needs a gentle nudge homeward?
Let’s tell them about His amazing grace.
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