Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Monday, June 9, 2014

Perspective from the Porch.

I went outside just before lunch today. The heat was building slowly. I decided that I needed to smell something besides the air-conditioner so I carried my camera around my neck and carefully waddled out to the porch with my walker. I'm getting pretty good at this walker walking.
The thermometer read 100 degrees.
Some things do really well in a heat wave. The cactus is blooming in all of its happiness.
I always forget to water this prickly little plant and it forgives me by producing a most beautiful orange flower.
It needs to be separated and replanted but I need to read up on how you do this. It's a touchy subject.
Pittosporum on the left... Strawberry tree on the right... and in the middle, the lovely Chatalpa tree.
The Chalapa tree is in bloom now and will continue into the summer. It's so beautiful with its azalea like blossoms and lightness of being. We bought this tree a few years ago at the Flower farm in Shenandoah Valley. It's drought resistant, loves hot weather and doesn't need any extra watering when established.
There was some limited verbal chit chat going on at the birdbath. The yellow finches were discussing the weather and didn't seem too happy about it.
They all had their mouths open, as if fatigued with the hot air. 
I'm sure that they are grateful for the water in this intense heat. We fill the birdbath every morning. We have many birds that come to drink and bath here. It pleases everyone.
Even the elusive Cowbird was waiting in the Chatalpa branches, trying to find shade from the heat. This bird makes the most amazing sounds... clicks, whistles and a wonderful song like flowing, gurgling water. I always recognize this bird by its song.
The Hollyhock does well in the heat, but needs a lot of water to keep blooming. It's almost done and will dry up soon. 

Another flower that blooms in the heat...

The garden lady seemed happy with her place under the Rose of Sharon bush.
And in the hanging tea light that my sister made for me...
A Rosy Finch has laid four beautiful eggs. There will be more babies on the porch soon.
Momma finch just fits into the container. It's too funny. All we see is her head and her tail feathers. But she is there all the time, snuggled into her "nest" of choice. Wait until there are four babies. This ought to be fun to watch. What we can't figure out is the TWO males that hang around her all the time. This has been a threesome since the beginning. They both bring her food and they both seem to be at odds with each other. Someone is confused... or momma Finch is playing the field.

Around Noon the heat became too much for me and I retreated into the house for the rest of the day. I'm sure that Miss Mazie was happy to see the dogs and I go. Shortly thereafter, she returned to her nest.

My foot is a little sore today but it's healing. It's pulling a lot, so it must be healing. I can't wait for this to be done so I can go walking again on the road to the river. I miss being down there. Until then... the porch will have to do.
The temperature reached 104 today. It's dry, dusty and intense out there. The Rattlers aren't even showing their faces... but we are vigilant. Tomorrow the Prospector will take the dogs for their Rattlesnake Vaccination Booster and we check the front garden every time they go outside.
Today there was a Red Flag Warning for the Central Northern counties. I'm sure it will be the same tomorrow. We are on alert here. Fires are popping up everywhere.
I really dislike Summer.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Happy Birthday to my Prospector

All my bandages fell off last night. I guess I was too restless, trying to find a comfortable way to sleep. So, this morning the Prospector carefully re-wrapped fresh gauze and tape around the incision and re did the elastic bandage for me.
When I hobbled into the kitchen, there was a rose on the table... brought in from the garden early in the morning. He had picked it for me... for ME.
 The temperature is suppose to reach 104 degrees today. The rose would not have made it through the day. Now, it will survive in the house for a few days.
It was sometime after that, I remembered what I never forget.
The man who is always there, always taking care of me and has never failed to be there for me... was turning 70 years without any celebration. I (wrapped up in my own drama), had forgotten that this was the day.
I'm sorry love. I have no gift, no card... all of this will have to wait for a few weeks.
I can only give you my love, which is always there... and this post... especially for you.

Happy Birthday, my love. May your pan be filled with gold and may you always have a dog in your lap.