Wednesday, July 23, 2025, 56.8*, 0728
Soleil high in the trees, shadows on blinds. Leaves undisturbed like dust on bookshelves. Lulled by the respite from heat, the three sleep in the next room on one bed perhaps calmed by the pressing of keys, the rhythm of writing, knowing I’m here.
Yesterday, a hummingbird visited the silk wreath, the red flowers; attracted to color, the hope for sustenance. This made me sad. Why is it here, this hummingbird, with so few blooms which deer usually get to first? Perhaps in the fall more wildflowers will arrive. They’ve been planted.
Also noticed yesterday, two holes rain swirled through in Sunday’s storm. One filled with gravel last fall had again broken open. When I look closely at the hole a foot from the fence, I can visualize a whirlpool going round and round like a drill.
As quickly as a hummingbird changes direction life presents new challenges.
Photo: LJ Austin
