Tin Man
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Enjoying the dawn cacophony of bird songs at dawn this morning, I am reminded of a time I visited my mother at her home on the Satilla River delta. My mother was in her early 80s then, and sleep was fitful for her. Normally, she slept in, rising from bed between 7:00 and 8:00am. This morning she was up at dawn, outside, having one of her “talks with God” (amusing to her neighbors). I joined her and commented on the bird songs. She replied, “It’s just God’s orchestra warming up.” This phrase has stuck with me through the years since.
