I was recently on vacation in the mountains and was thus reminded of how those hilly wooded acres are home to so many birds. We’d slept with the windows open, letting in very cool night air, and woke to songs and chirps and feathered mating calls. When we got home, the sky was silent. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed before how quiet the summer months are in Florida, unless those damned cicadas are scratching in the pines. Only at the beach have I seen much activity, with hovering gulls and heavy pelicans. The sandpipers dance more than sing. I wonder if it was always this way or back when Florida was truly tropical, not yet drained, were there non-migratory colorful birds screeching and cawing? Just now I hear a Cardinal who seems to be looking for something. It’s an appropriate sound.
A little bit of pretty.
Quote I’m Thinking About Right Now:"Be kind. Everyone is fighting a great battle." -St. Athanasious
…from one of my many clippings:"One adventure is over; it is time for another. I have a different kind of work to do now. I am growing into a new season. At the water's edge, watching the tiny, teeming life of that mysterious place between high and low tides, the intertidal zone, I begin to accept the relentless flux that is the condition of these days. I am not old and not young; not betrothed and not alone; not broken and yet not quite whole; thinking back, looking forward. But present. These are my intertidal years. " -I wish I remember who wrote it. It came from the NYT Magazine or Oprah's Mag.