My Antler Man was busy indoors, preparing brunch and shooing me out of the kitchen, which was, I must say, a much appreciated reason to be shooed. With a freshly brewed cup of warmth in hand, I wandered out to the arbor to sit for a spell – and to see what nature brought forth whilst I was sleeping.
I noticed some twigs poking out of an old bird house I was thinking of throwing out and wondered if someone was setting up housekeeping. Sure enough, I heard the unmistakable chattering of wrens. How vociferous they are for such tiny birds! In and out and all about, Mr. and Mrs. were gathering material for a nest. It will be awesome watching a family of wrens at such an advantageous angle.
Robins are also nesting nearby. They stopped for a dip and sip at the bird baths – and the orioles are back! I have not sighted them yet, but, can hear their distinctive song high up in the sycamores.
Mr. Woodchuck waddled about, then scurried back to his hole when he sensed my presence. Woodchucks are rather shy and keep a low profile – and now, I have a hankering to re-read ” The Wind in the Willows”.
I sat in the arbor, commonly called Penny’s Arbor House and, more recently, compliments of our Ezra, Papa’s Tree House. The beauty of mid-morning was a welcome gift here on the Cutoff.
Having missed church service, I took a little wander around the plantings the arbor anchors. Solomon’s seal is spreading among the pulmonaria. Clematis are running a race heavenward, seeing who can reach the top first. A climbing rose, whose name is lost to me now, has thrust her thorny branches hither and yon with the promise of blooms when the time is just right.
As I listened to the hymn of nature, I was drawn to a Sunday sermon, for there, at my feet, was Jack, preaching from his pulpit.