Race home, whirl around the house, and scan the frig for dinner ideas with an enormous basket of laundry on the hip. I’ve been appreciating reheats and microwave ovens. It’s a priority to play hula-hoop and ball in the backyard with the girls and to change hummingbird nectar, etc. while water boils on the stove for a side of pasta or something fast and easy. Quickly, it’s all done. No one is hungry and the tighty whities and loosey silkies are drying in the dryer. There will be clean underwear and towels! Amen.
I question, take camera outdoors or not? Is it worth the trouble? That’s a difficult decision to make after days like these.
In the middle of the yard, I wait. Evening shadows are long and the darn day is almost done already! Limbs tired, mind numb. Camera “off”, hanging around my neck, just in case. Big sigh…hoping something nice happens before dark.
Dove lovers, whispering sweet nothings… I smiled.
Brown Thrasher family at dinner... another smile.
Father House Finch is concerned about his second brood up there in the corner of the porch roof. I peek at him through the blinds from inside the dining room.
He’s a great Dad. I smiled again.
There are sexy surprises to be found in the valley of a Magnolia blossom. Not only is the fragrance intoxicating…
Bug porn is fascinating. I smiled widely this time.
Red-winged Blackbird speaks strongly and clearly. I always wonder what's up with him.
When I need a lift, I can count on a visit with nature to help me forget all about my miserable, whining self. :o)