Section 3: The Glyph of Protection

One morning, the leafblower came.

A stranger in a neon vest, roaring into the garden, scattering chalk and silence alike. Ernest, caught in his costume, couldn’t flee. The wind pinned him. His paw scraped the stone—a cry, not a drawing.

But the Songbirds remembered.

They rose in a cloud of color and sound. The mockingbird dove. The goldfinch circled. The titmouse shrieked. Together, they drove the stranger back. Pearl emerged, fierce and fluffed, and clucked a sacred warning. The garden was theirs.

That evening, Ernest and the Songbirds drew a new glyph beside the rosemary bush—a spiral nested in wings. A mark of protection. A promise.

And when the wind came again, they began anew.

Thanks to all of our Friends, Family, and Fans for reading, liking, and sharing! We will keep you in our prayers!

Sincerely,

John and Pearl, (with fond memories of Gracie, Bessie, Blanche, Emily, and Amelia) and our newest Little Buddy, Ernest