I am sitting on my front deck in capris and a tank top, because we are having incredible weather for May. It is 80 here, with a very gentle breeze. The birds are busy, eating and filling the air with their spring songs. Most years in May, I am sitting inside, looking out at weather that is not the least inviting, complaining that winter will never end. This. Is. Heaven.
A week ago, we were having heavy rain. Thundershowers. The angels were bowling, sending the rumble of their bowling balls down to earth, with flashes of light when they got a strike. I came out to capture the rain. Capturing rain is not much easier than capturing wind. Can you see it in this photo? It was a downpour. Half a block from us, I later learned, it was hail. Heavy hail. Big stones. In our yard, we were spared.
If I could not capture the rain effectively, I could get the runoff from the roof into the pot saucer that is sitting there. I don’t remember why that pot saucer is sitting there now. There was once a reason, I think.
There is a little hummingbird – but then, all hummingbirds are little, aren’t they? – coming to visit the feeder in front of me. He has an amazing purple throat – at least it looks purple in this light – in a half circle, reaching towards the back of this neck but stopping before it gets there, protruding from his neck just a little. Like scales. But hummingbirds don’t have scales. I know that. He does not look like the Rufous we usually have, and he is not the Calliope. Perhaps we have an early visitor. I’ll have to check iBird. iBird says it’s probably a Rufous, and advises that I am probably just wishful thinking, hoping for a more unusual visitor. I would share but my camera is – inside the house, of course. I need retraining to remember to always bring it out with me.
After the rain the black-headed Grosbeak came for dinner. That rain made the lawn oh-so happy, so this morning I mowed the back half. Some days I will do the whole lawn without a stop, but this day the sun was growing warm on my shoulders and I needed to use the string trimmer around the sprinkler heads. The front half of the lawn will wait, probably until Monday. Tomorrow I want to plant those plants I bought over a week ago. Perhaps fill the weed sprayer with more Round-up and spray the wayward grasses and weeds that are growing around the shrubs and trees. Last week I also bought a sprayer on wheels and it is so much easier to use than the kind that needs to be carried.
After the rain, the male Bullock’s Oriole also came for dinner. He detected my movement however and was hesitant about going to the nectar feeder. The male is much brighter, brassier and louder than the female. He complains voraciously when the girls and I are on the deck, invading his territory. He should realize it is I that provides nectar for him. He should be appreciative of that fact and allow me to enjoy my space and his presence.
This is my world. Husband just announced that he is having another sandwich and is fixing himself some soup – I am off the hook for dinner. I am happy. I will have a salad, which is my favorite thing when the weather is warm.
I am happy with my world. It is enough. I hope your world is enough.