While it is hard for me to find the enthusiasm for summer that I have for other times of year, there are certainly many moments of enjoyment to be found.
And it doesn’t need to be anything at all grand.
Gazing out a window yesterday afternoon, I noticed the clouds. Summer afternoon clouds have their own form.
Venturing forth to wander around, I found a number of very simple pleasures.
With the state of my vision currently, I tend to concentrate on what is nearby, so I was particularly pleased when I noticed a familiar-looking shape on the branch of a tree in my periphery.
“Not possible”, I thought. “It’s so small…”
But I turned around, lifting my camera and extended the zoom…..I was right!
Somehow my brain cells had recognized the tiniest shape of a hummingbird.
That I was able to capture its photograph was maybe even more surprising, given my wobble factor and that I was holding the camera aloft with the lens fully extended.
It is not a perfect image, I’ll grant. The focus is fuzzy and there is the shadow of a twig…
…then the bird moved and the light caught its ruby-red throat.
However the photograph turned out, I was much cheered at having spotted the bird.
As I walked on, past the lilac, not yet in bloom, I cast my eyes down to take in what I suppose you could call the meadow, which is positively bursting with life.
In the late afternoon sun, I thought how pretty it was.
Just grass and weeds but so lovely.
How cheerful the dandelions looked.
How sweet the Mama squirrel, taking a breather.
She recognized the purveyor of nuts and allowed a photograph. “Too tired to run!” she gasped.
Being a wild Mama is hard, this time of year.
Soon after, a russet tail appeared, under the apple tree.
We see them from time to time, but I am always fascinated by grey squirrels with red tails, so of course I zoomed in and guess what:
How did that happen?
Perhaps it’s a sign of how much my world has shrunk, that I should be intrigued by a squirrel’s tail being plucked out. Chewed out? I’m sure it could not matter less, yet it cannot be wrong ever, to be curious?
Just before sunset, I went out to get the suet feeders.
The temperature was perfect and there were not yet any serious bugs about, so I sat for a bit.
Trying to line up the wind chimes, I suddenly noticed another friend, of a different sort:
The celestial sort.
While I was doing that, I heard the buzz of tiny wings.
“Not taking our feeder in, are you?” they asked.
No, we don’t. Instead, we have to shift everything around out of temptation’s way. Why not just leave the hummingbird feeder there all the time?
Because there is so much traffic around the feeders during the day and the hummingbirds are so tiny…
Hummingbirds are like teeny tiny helicopters.
It is astounding to think that these minute, fragile creatures travel up and down to Mexico, returning to the same feeding stations.
They make me feel very humble.
And now I must go and replenish their sugar-water!