Years ago, a local naturalist who writes a weekly newspaper column told me that it was no point putting bluebird boxes in my yard since they did not nest in my area. I respected his expertise, but I am a prayerful, hopeful person, sometimes hoping against hope, and I put the boxes up anyway. It’s been longer than I recall, but bluebirds have been nesting in the boxes in my yard for quite a while now. It took them a while to find me, but they did, and they’ve become “regulars” in my garden, year round! What a joy! Sometimes, hope outweighs expert opinions, and sometimes far fetched dreams do come true! Bluebirds represent the spirit of hope to me as a result of my gratifying experiences with them. I’d love to know how many bluebird chicks have fledged in my yard—even against all odds!