Speaking of hope--on my winter walks, I have happened upon a wire tree that is f...

Speaking of hope--on my winter walks, I have happened upon a wire tree that is festooned with fake birds: yellow ones and white ones and brilliant red ones.
The tree and the birds always manage to tug my heart upward.
Does it matter that the birds aren���t real?
All I can tell you is that they provoke a burst of joy, hope, and longing every time I see them.
Yesterday, when I was out walking with Henry (who is now mostly blind), we came right up next to a real male cardinal sitting in a bush....