Little Gifts

Summer lockdown season is always dispiriting, but Providence is still to be found. Just before being cooped up, I began to find dozen of feathers, and very pretty ones, too—like iridescent blue jay and striped hawk. Even now, when I am unable to leave the house, my angel still finds ways to deliver gifts to me: today, I find a chicken feather hidden beneath an egg in the egg carton—a very unusual occurrence in these days, when farms wash their eggs before packing them.

Also, rather than the single sunflower keeping me company last year, this year we have dozens. Nine are blooming right now.

Small things, but they help. May you find the good fortune and providence of your angels today, too.