Wordless Wednesday 25 Jan 12
On those days where I feel ill-equipped to do something, I think of the tiny little weaver birds who visit my garden every day. They painstakingly strip leaves from palm trees, then create something magical, using only their claws and beak. They create up to twenty of these nests, in the hope that their mate will approve of one of them. I couldn’t weave something this intricate even with my fingers, but it does inspire me to another day of tackling the impossible.