I’ve been nesting.
The birds are already singing.
How do they know it is time to wake up – way before the alarm goes off? My internal alarm starting beeping several hours ago.It was one of those nights that had me roaming the rooms, putting this and that away, and brewing a cup of tea for comfort.
As I wandered about, I looked out the windows for deer, finding none in sight, but, knowing they were grazing and that there is a fawn frolicking about the Cutoff.
I put a few errand cups and glasses into the dishwasher and turned it on. It is humming and swishing and splashing the remains of several meals as I watch these letters crawl like ants upon the computer screen and still the birds sing on. Mr. Cardinal has crooned his entire repertoire, many times,. Have you ever heard a cardinal sing? Their voices are as joyous as their gowns of red.
My latest read is at my elbow; a Maisie Dobbs mystery. I’ve fallen behind on her adventures and have set it upon myself to catch up over the summer.
The sky is bluing, now; as soft and hopeful as a newborn day should be
The Elmhurst College Arboretum has tulip trees blossoming right now and the Black Crowned Night Heron has once again set up housekeeping along Salt Creek. A few craft fairs are going on this weekend, the wandering paths of the local forest preserves should be dry after so much rain, making it a possibility for a walk to see what new treasures the forest floor is offering, and I’m sure the birds will still be singing, flitting about, building their nests.
I think I’ll keep on nesting.