What did I say about being a passionate birdhouse collector? Couldn't help myself. Found this gorgeous little mosaic house this morning and just HAD to have it. Looks just perfect here on my dining room table.
I absolutely love the dragonfly on the front. Dragonflys (like kookaburras) have a special place in my heart. I remember when my Mum passed away I received a card with a dragonfly on the front and inside it was the most beautiful story :
"In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the lily stems to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what had happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.
The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation which we call death is no proof that they cease to exist."
My garden is a constant reminder to me of Mum. It is what she loved and where we both spent so many hours working side by side creating our little tropical paradise. To hear the call of a kookaburra early in the morning or to see a dragonfly futter by makes me think of this story and just how much I miss her. Yes, I'm glad this little birdhouse found me today. Thank you Mum......