Hissing tea pot

After the heron episode, as my tea pot is hissing, I turn around to see what it is like outside on the river, the night has come out,and there, is the moon, shining on the black river. Sometimes I can't believe all these blessing good things befalling on me. How can I give that back somehow? Maybe by taking even greater care of mother nature that is being so generous with me. My best friend ever, that gives without counting and without missing any appointment, always there, if you just know how to watch, and listen, and smell. I've always thought that nature is the most rewarding and faithful friend you can ever have. Nothing compares to that.