A cool breeze brushing
against my face – it’s so sublime sitting amongst nature with the persistent
chirp of a robin in the background of neighboring trees. Having escaped my house for an afternoon of
sweltering weather, or so the news last night declared of how today would
unfold, I am pleasantly surprised by the gusts of gentle coolness against my
body.
Background chatter of
noisy cars, sirens and obnoxious lawn mowers… no matter, because the chirping gives
me comfort from the staleness of my indoors.
A slight rustle of dried leaves behind me reveals, from under my
umbrella shelter, the feet of a squirrel in the gutter.
It seems I am left to my
own devices on procuring methods of still enjoying my garden, so off I am on an
adventure to see what I can come up with.
Never let it be said that I have ever given up.
It’s a bit mesmerizing to
watch a leaf softly drift to the earth on the wings of an angel, or so it
seems. I’ll just dream away, as I look
up into the azure heaven above my head in the cool of shade. I could stay here
forever, but the take a pill alarm has been beeping for the last fifteen
minutes… so irritating. I’ll be back in
just a minute.
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Here I am…
Drats!
Forgot the ice water.
Be back in two shakes of
whatever they say.
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There… all settled in.
I never realized how much mildew
has gathered over the years and dried, as I look up at the dappled shaded
umbrella fabric stretched overhead. Not
the best inducement for writing, yet here I am, writing about it. Go figure.
The birdbaths on this side
of the house have seen quite a bit of business since I came out here at lunchtime. Cardinals, grackles and robins - it has never
stopped from the time I sat down until now.
A thin sheet of
transparent clouds has sneaked in overhead, and there goes a jet trail
traveling across the sky with its tail fanning out and creating curves in the
air currents like a snake slivering through the tall grass.
Peeking out from under my
umbrella, through the shrubs, then tall trees to the quarter area of a circle my house allows me to see of the sky overhead, it’s such a small world I see this
afternoon. A propellered airplane is
heard overhead, drifting farther and farther away until it is gone.
A cardinal
has flown in to partake of a bath, the flys have appeared to make a nuisance of themselves, and the mosquitoes are dropping by with their friends for dinner. I’m
out of here!
Until Next Time