Up here we anticipate the May 24 weekend
because that's when the humming birds arrive.
And guess what...
Last Monday at breakfast time
this little fellow practically knocked on the back door
as if to say
A batch of nectar was immediately brewed
and then we hunted high and low for the feeders
Couldn't find them anywhere
Still haven't found them
Rushed out and bought a new one!
The next day a carload of tiny pots of this and that came home with us
and of course the trowels danced all day Wednesday
finding homes for them all.
On Friday the RP's and I found the biggest owl we've ever seen
watching us from the woods.
Then on Saturday our early morning trudge up the mountain
found us walking through low moist clouds.
My trail of daily scratchings
trudges past purple cornflowers and hostas
in the early morning light
and nestles among columbines and primula
Flowery shadows fall on January's scratchings
Taking a turn across the hostas.