“Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are all miserable.” ~ Voltaire
Following a full day of birding fun on Thanksgiving, everyone got a good night’s rest. Mom and Dad arose early, awoken by the Wood Ducks calling from down the creek. It’s time to get moving; there’s much to be done. Some days, it would be nice to migrate to another climate, have a change of scenery as it were — like the birds do. But no, our ancestors quit migrating eons ago. With a house, taxes, a job nearby, we are perpetually married to the properties we secure. We all do the best we can with what we’ve got.
“I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast-rooted, they travel about as far as we do.”
~ John Muir