Ordinary Beauty as seen by Leila Anasazi

Little Brown Bird is still around.

This morning she hops onto the deck and searches for water. The recent torrential rains have left nice levels of rain water in several pots and urns. But the vessels are too intricate or deep for her to reach the pools and she finally submits to drinking from the cloisonné bowl I’ve filled for her.

Then she hops back down and nestles in beside a warm chunk of Missouri limestone at the base of the the plum tree, soaking the sun’s sustenance. I think I’ll follow her lead and take my coffee onto the patio.