Wednesday, June 3, 2026, 50.7* F, 77% RH, 0709
There’s no seeing beyond the leaves gathering sun, gathering sustenance under bright blue sky. One landscape has morphed slowly, night by night into a different painting. Feet too long in water now receding, a dead cedar, memory of thriving. Sun white. Birds sing softly now, perhaps lullabies. Cedar Waxwing, Brown Creeper, Palm Warbler, Eastern Towhee, Ovenbird, Northern Parula, Red-eyed Vireo, Eastern Phoebe, American Redstart, Common Yellowthroat, American Crow, Magnolia Warbler. Yesterday the giants barking, I turned to see a Great Blue Heron take flight returning to the huge nest that from certain angles could be seen before leaves.
Seasons reveal secrets when they don’t need to be hidden.
Photo: LJ Austin
