Margaret Renkl has carved out a place in my heart for her love of flora, fauna, and family. Late Migrations is a gift waiting to be unwrapped. Margaret is a "Noticer". That in itself is a rare gift. She is also a painter of words and creates small minimalist masterpieces from her observations. Each telling brings you closer to nature and awakens your own inner creature. She surrenders to the truth that a cunning house wren has murdered a baby blue bird. She finds peace and inevitability in the passing of her grandparents. Margaret draws you close and drapes a casual arm over your shoulder, as if to say, "Look, how terrible, how glorious."
Renkle's writing is like a meditation. It slows you down, calms your breath, and whispers, "Behold! All is as it should be. And by the way, the finches need more thistle."