There are many many flies waking up lately. Flies, although a nuisance to most, are among one of my favorite visitors. I love the way they lightly touch things. They're not heavy like other insects. Rather they're very dainty. They're soft. Often times they go completely unnoticed. The air in my home is dry, so unfortunately they often find themselves too weak to fly from dehydration. They begin to frantically roam for any accidental droplet on my wooden cabin floor. Seeing this, I immidiately run to my bucket of spring water, dip my hands in, and fling a few rain drops in their direction. They'll drink it almost immidiately. It's this unspoken understanding between me and the little flying creatures that make a home in my walls. They'll keep me company, and I'll provide their little life-saving miracles.
