An early freeze back in October 2008 killed a philodendron that was in a basket on our front porch. I was so heart broken that I killed my plant that I didn't have to heart to take it down and throw it away.
This week I walked out on the front porch and noticed there was a nest built in the dead plant. I also noticed a red-breasted robin watching me intently from the front yard. I went inside and watched from the window as the mother robin returned to the nest.
I snapped a picture this morning of the mother robin on the nest. In a few weeks, I bet we get to watch as she feeds her babies. I plan on taking more pictures and posting them in the future.
From the death of one of God's creations, life is born.
Peace,
Phil
