Too bad you can't see the wild racing about Hummingbirds of all ages in the photo
Sitting out tonight, watching the sprinkler in the herb garden, I'm watching the hummingbirds chase away other birds! Chase away butterflies! And then frolic in the sprinklers water.
When they get busy doing other things, the damselflies come, bunches of them, and they all sweep through the falling water too. Looks like fun.
There are so many hummingbirds, and so few monarchs. We must take note.
In the meantime, at this very moment, I hear that the neighborhood chickadees have arrived from far up north. An hour later, there are the Morning Doves, absent all winter, probably have been having a roaring good time off in some bird or Morning Dove camp up north someplace. I guess they decided to arrive early.
Or possibly they're not my neighborhood chickadees,and Morning Doves; but ones that prefer to winter further south. Maybe they're just passing through. Who knows.
Meantime, the annuals and perennials and all the flocks of baby birds born in this land; the Kale and the tomatoes and the other vegetables-they're all coming to some grand chorale of late summer fruition.
As intermittently, you've noticed, the evenings are cooling. Sometimes you need to close your windows at night, or toss on an extra blanket (gasp. I hate closed windows at night. The loss of all that delicious night air.) Some mornings you have to put on long sleeves, to go out and go about your business. I'm still clinging to my flip flops, which for me, are truly the last to go.
And sometimes , the days are chilly. A small bite to some small breeze as it sweeps in from another town, and passes on by. Chilly wind. Ruffling Aspen leaves and sending Phlox blossoms scattering like so many tiny birds.
Sitting out, we become woven like so many colored threads, into the tapestry of seasons. Of Earth. Of comings ,and then the goings of our lives.
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