This morning I stopped by Josh's memorial bench in the cemetery. I've planted impatiens and coleus around its base and, once again, it offers a splash of surprise color to anyone who steps away from the main roads and wanders into the woods.
A persistent scold of a call alerted me to the possibility that a bird had taken up residence nearby and might be agitated by my presence.
Sure enough, a house wren is nesting in the dilapidated bird house that sits atop a pole behind the bench.
Unobtrusive, nondescript, almost invisible. But insistently present and full of life.
If you'd appreciate a more extravagant approach to Pentecost, this is a portion of the arrangement in the local Jesuit church this afternoon:
(The wren is a Fish and Wildlife Service photo. The floral arrangement is from my phone.)