I am sitting on the deck outside my bedroom listening to
birds chirping and frogs croaking. It is
late afternoon on a beautiful, sunny spring day. In this area spring weather can be quite
unpredictable—very warm one day and a frost the next morning. This year, once spring had truly sprung, we
have had mostly sunny, warm days.
I have been working hard in my yard, but I have been taking
breaks to sit and enjoy the day. My
husband and I have been eating most of our dinners on the patio. While we eat
we can hear the songs of robins, red-wing blackbirds, chickadees, and
more. We can watch adult chickadees
flying up to the birdhouse above our heads to feed their hungry, chirping
babies; their dedication is admirable. Cattails
rustle in the wind and bright yellow irises line the stream that runs through
our property. Large white blossoms cover
the black locust trees. From where we
sit we can see many of our roses that have just begun to bloom.
As the sun begins to set, I will take one last walk through
the yard before heading inside. Perhaps
I’ll hear the owl calling again as the night becomes still.
