This morning I went past Hannah's room and peeked in to see if she was still sleeping. She was laying backwards on her bed, very quietly looking out her window. When she saw me, she put her finger to her lips to warn me to be quiet.
"This is the morning the birds come to my tree," she whispered, lest the birds hear her, I guess.
"They come on Wednesday mornings?" I asked.
"Usually," she again whispered.
Who knows. Maybe birds do consult their calendar and find our tree is scheduled for Wednesdays....:)
"This is the morning the birds come to my tree," she whispered, lest the birds hear her, I guess.
"They come on Wednesday mornings?" I asked.
"Usually," she again whispered.
Who knows. Maybe birds do consult their calendar and find our tree is scheduled for Wednesdays....:)
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