Hae,
(That's how you say Hello in Icelandic)
I'm snowed in!
At least more or less, I got permission to work from home today and then rehearsal was cancelled. So... I get to stay home all day!!!
I mean besides the obvious, I've had to get some work done (It was all work I liked), and I had to help with my little siblings for a little while (which isn't bad at all) and I helped wash dishes(which is actually very relaxing for me)
Therefore I didn't do too much today, I sat in my room and did my work. Which included a lot of reading and writing! And watched out my window at the snow falling down, I also turned my Christmas lights on, and lit my candle.
Then I was distracted by a slight buzzing, so I looked up and saw...
A fly!
Just a plain ordinary house fly. And he was trying to get out of my room by way of my closed window. Why on earth that poor little house fly wanted to leave the safety of my warm room for the frozen wonderland outside, is beyond me! He kept banging his fragile body against the window and made no progress, nor did he wise up. A second later, I was distracted by the silence. I looked up hoping that the fly hadn't killed himself, but nope he was simply sitting on my Jane Austen book. And do you know what he was doing?
He was washing! He started with his front hands, then gently rubbed all over his head (I would assume he was washing his hair). After which he washed his middle legs, then his back legs. He scrubbed those little feet together, and then he gently began cleaning his wings. It was the most amazing sight! He cleaned the bottom of his wings, then holding his right wing with one foot and scrubbed the top of it with his other. Then he switched; and cleaned the other wing in the same delicate manner.
Just a reminder of the amazing detail of God's amazing earth!
There is my little friend now, he is starting the whole cleaning process again. :)
Yours, the Creation Observer
Nadine <><
Simple Joys
ReplyDeleteA glint of sunlight catches my eye.
I turn my head to see just why.
I thought it was just dust, but no,
A speck of dust would not sparkle so.
Translucent wings fly, catching the light,
Up and down, in and out, is a beautiful sight.
I sit, transfixed by the glittering show.
Gone are any thoughts of woe.
I only see the flashing wings
Like tiny gems on invisible strings.
What is this small thing reflecting the sun?
That gives joy in a world where I thought there was none?
I look closer, and it is then that I see -
All is not as I expected it to be.
A glint of sunlight catches my eye.
This thing that brought me such joy... was a fly.