Actually today is the last day of school, but I’m visiting the dentist in an hour, so I’ll be brief.
It’s achingly beautiful at Corgi Hollows right now. We have a zillion mosquitoes, but the weather is gentle, perfect for sitting on the porch for morning coffee.
The yard is green, the fresh hay is all around. Wildflowers are in full bloom.
Bird activity has quieted.
Did I tell about the crows who have come to live at Corgi Hollows? Their tree, with a new nest, is on my neighbor’s land, but it is directly west of my kitchen windows. It’s in a tall pine tree, near the top.
I’ve been watching them all care for the new babies–an entire family affair. They must have fledged, because the activity has disappeared. The crow family is training the youngsters on a broader scale.
Still, while it lasted I was constantly seeing these intelligent, massive birds swooping in and out around the house.
I realize that they will change the complexion of birdlife at Corgi Hollows, but I can’t be entirely disappointed—I really find Corvids fascinating.
I just HOPE that the blue jay population isn’t affected too much. I love my blue jays. I need chickadees, too. Robins are nesting at Corgi Hollows North, sweetly, in their favorite spot. Orioles are back. I’ve seen hummingbirds, and I put out syrup.
The phoebes visit an old nesting spot occasionally, and I saw house finches swoop in to a place on top of a light—–a no-no as it is a fire hazzard.
Cherie has been trying her hand at making bread lately. Delicious. Ed has been mowing, mowing, mowing after work. He reeks of mosquito spray, and we can tell when he’s coming from the scent he projects.
He’s wearing a natural repellent, so that’s good. It’s powerful.
Business is humming around here, and I need to rally my own spirits. I’m fighting emotional pain lately. Like I said, it’s achingly beautiful. June. It’s been three years of Lonesome.
Are you Rapture Ready?
I cannot say how much I look forward to the reunion with Christ.
Maranatha!