A pair of cardinals have set up shop in our garden - my upstairs neighbor E showed me the nest they've built inside the dense bush in the garden's center. Feels very auspicious, somehow. (I'm reminded how Mircea Eliade, in some autobiographical piece or other, said that the burst of red of the cardinal was a
hierophany, a manifestation of the sacred.) No photos yet, but I trust there will be soon! And maybe even little baby cardinals...