I have been remiss in posting pictures, just pictures, when I blog here. So getting back on the horse so to speak.
Most people who know me know that I rescue and adopt birdies. I been doing this since 1998 when I rescued my first two tiels who were a bonded pair.
This is my Angel. We rescued him in 1999 at four months. He is a feisty one who will hiss at me unless someone is near me then he will defend me at all cost. He didn’t want to take a picture when I took this as you can see by his close eyes. However he was okay with a side profile.
This past week we celebrated Mother’s Day and soon we will be celebrating Father’s Day. Two holidays where moms and dads of families get to be spoiled, treated to a meal, flowers, gifts, cards and what other items the family can think off.
One year my husband knew I needed new tires on my car but could not afford them at the time. That was my gift for Mother’s Day. I was thrilled and hugged him and said thank you repeatedly. A lot of people thought that was not a real gift, to me it was. My husband has a way of giving me something that I need just about every year.
Granted when we first got married it was cards, flower and food which are the tradition and classic items. But over the years he has evolved. He has bought me plane tickets so I could go back home to Maine to visit my family. He has bought me dress clothes for work. It goes on.
To me that says someone who is paying attention and observing what his wife really needs. I love him for it. I have a good one in my husband. For Father’s Day I have to come up with something good that will show him how awesome he is. At least I have some time to think of something.
My home town has a small library. Thanks to a grant that was approved they were able to build a second room. It is nothing fancy but it is amazing for a number of reasons. First it is run by two sisters who happen to both be nuns. Another the history of the Acadians is there for us to look over. My family on both sides are such.
I have given a copy of each of my books to them and will continue to do so to do my part in helping them out. Walking into the library a few weeks ago I came across the stand that houses my novels, along with the feather of Jasper and his bio that I included as a package. The sisters had sent me a picture of it which thrilled me but to see it in person gave me some satisfaction that I was helping out.
Growing up the only library I had access to was the one at school and the times were limited for us to go explore. I love libraries, I am at mine so often that the staff thinks I work there or should. The many things they offer, all free, is diverse and finding something to do there is easy. I am thrilled that now my home town has one and that it is growing and run by a board of dedicated people.
Who knows what is in store for them and what I will find next time I am home. I am excited for them and the community for what is to come.
Sharon C. Williams-Author 