You remind me of how old I really am… She finds herself thinking this as this perfect lady flies by her and disappears around the corner of the waiting room. Every single week this scenario repeats without fail as she waits to be next up to enter physical therapy. Young, thin and beautiful, while she is old, dumpy and seen better days. This lady turns heads, while the only head she turns is her own. She leans her head back against the wall, closes her eyes and sighs the longest of sighs as eyes open wide. She hates being old.
That’s all I’ll write about my state of mind.
My skin rains salty sweat as I clean out the birdbath of green slim that clings to the stone. Isn’t it a bit daff, that in the middle of winter I wished for a day just like this, then today, when my wish has come true, I want to take it all back? The humidity makes it all so devilishly hellish. One clap of thunder this afternoon with rain falling elsewhere, but not here. Last week thunder roared across the heavens with a five-minute drenching that moved out so quickly it felt as if a heartless joke had just been played.
One day we waited outside for the lightning bug show, and the players showing up could be counted on one hand. Yes, I have photos of insects, but their numbers have taken a stumble and a tumble down the hill into oblivion, it would seem. A pair of Carpenter bees stay busy in the field of phlox ‘Jeana’, and a stray butterfly did wander into the mix yesterday, but about the only insect staying abundantly abundant here are ants. Don’t get me wrong… or do get me wrong, an ant is not my cup of tea as a garden buddy.
We did manage on lightning bug night, after straining our necks and eyes for over an hour, to spy the young Mockingbird cocking its tail upwards while complaining about the food service from mom and dad. It was nice to finally put a face to all that high-pitched begging. A toad has been spotted, which makes annihilation of the aggressive Canadian Goldenrod, wild raspberry bushes, and Purple Passion Flower in the prairie garden that much harder to accomplish. Carefully, a bit of herbicide is painted on the offending leaves to slowly do them in. This will be an all summer activity :(