Harry and a robin...

This afternoon, while sitting on the front porch reading a book from Charles Williams, I looked up and saw Harry across the street.  Harry is old.  He and his wife still live in an older house with what most people would consider a very messy yard.  But I see form and pattern in it that says to me that Harry knows very much what he is doing with his gardens.  When we first moved into our house we popped over to say hello because we noticed Harry and his wife on the front step.  We never see Harry's wife any more.

Harry has a rooster.

Anyway, despite being very old, Harry drives.  He was returning from somewhere and backed into his driveway.  He got out and locked his car door with a key.  He forgot something in the car, unlocked the door, got what he wanted, locked the door, and opened the back door of the car to get more stuff.  He then opened his trunk, took out more stuff, and walked to his back yard.  All done very slowly.

When we see Harry at other times he sits on a bench at the front of his house either reading a book or sleeping.  He seems... alone.  And I wondered if I shouldn't say hi.

We now have our back patio door open during the day.  It's actually warmer outside than in the house.  While writing this blog I heard the sound of a robin just outside the door.  It seemed to be talking and I wondered what he or she was saying.  Robins are interesting birds.  Whenever I mow the lawn a robin comes quite close and looks for worms.  If I get too close he or she simply hops away.  I wonder what that is all about.

And that's all I got...