8:30 on a Sunday morning. We are sitting outside under our new gazebo. It was installed one week ago.
It is about 68* F and very comfortable.
We had our coffee (and it tasted especially good this morning) and Himself went to get us bagels because I had a craving. (Isn't he nice?)
I have my book ("The President Is Missing" by James Patterson and Bill Clinton) but I haven't read even one page. There is too much going on.
I decided it must be 'purple season'. My purple iris are starting to open as are the lilacs.
There are some purple violets around the yard (some white ones too). [I haven't figured out why a white flower is called a 'violet' but that is a problem for another day.]
The chives will open any day now.
I watch the hummingbird feeder because those little creatures are so fascinating.
They don't come to my feeder very often but I have seen them there so I know they are aware it is available. I was spoiled at Mom's. She had 3 feeders and there were birds coming and going all day long.
I wish there weren't quite so many squirrels but they are fun to watch. There was a black squirrel chasing a gray one along the top of the fence. It looked like they were playing 'follow-the-leader' as they jump from the fence to a tree and then turn around and run back again.
They seem to know which branch will support them because I have never seen one fall.
I can see the highway from my vantage point so I look up when I hear a motorcycle or interesting sounding vehicle.
Mostly I am watching and listening to the birds. I can recognize a cardinal's 'voice' but that is about the only one I know. I have seen an oriole at the hummingbird feeder.
I have seen birds fighting and I have seen birds carrying supplies for the new nest. It is fun to watch a robin pull a big fat worm from the ground. Yesterday someone told me about an app that can help me identify birds. I will look into it because I want to learn more.
Yes, I also see weeds that need pulling but it is Sunday and I have always considered Sunday a day of rest. The weeds will still be there on Monday (and Tuesday and Wednesday...) because as fast as I pull them out, there are more just waiting.
Today is the day I dreamed about last winter when it was cold and miserable. I choose to forget there is a pandemic going on because Mother Nature is ignoring it and at this moment, so am I. Here in my back yard, all is well. May it be so for you as well.
Psalm 118:24 New King James Version (NKJV)
This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.