Wednesday, May 21, 2025, 41* Sunny
Dew and sun make visible the spider silk strands spread from tree to tree, bush to bush, lamp to deck. Who could keep a smile from growing on a day like this? Eight were in chorus this morning, one new: Bay-breasted Warbler. If I were a bird, if I had a song, it would be to repeat “I Love You.” Who wouldn’t believe a bird?
Not scolding, not making a sound, a chipmunk ran a distance, sat, watched as I inspected wildflower sprouts close to the ground camouflaged by sand. When sufficiently warmed, the tent dwellers will be heading out. I wonder how many leaves they must eat to reach the next stage, to shed their skin. How much time is there before decomposition releases their hair, the wind taking it unknown places perhaps brushing it against your skin? So much for not touching them!
Look closely, listen quietly for things around you.
Slow Shutter Photo: LJ Austin
