Every day bus loads of kids pass my house on the way to the school up the street. The whimsical birds and birdhouses in my front garden are for them.
It is my fondest hope that they will look out that bus window and see something that sparks their imagination.
On the white picket fence, there are small chickadees collecting flowers in small woven baskets and a robin busies himself watering the flowers with a tiny red watering can.
And at the end of the day, my garden's story ends with the tired little birds returning to their red roofed house sitting in amongst the yellow and blue flowers.
