empty basket

While I was helping Angelica gather together her stuff to pack into her car for her trip back to the Island, I saw that John had removed the robin nest from its place on the beam above the patio. (If the robins want to raise another family, there’s last year’s nest in the clematis on the west side of the house, a cool protected place with its own roof of willow leaves.) Our nest is quiet now that both kids have returned to their other lives, though we look forward to seeing them again, at different times and other places this summer, along with Cristen. (And the far-flung brother and his new wife as well…) I’ll leave this basket here for awhile, to remind me of both leaving and returning, of how some twigs and mud and dried grass become a home.


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