The trees are dark against a gray sky this morning. As the hours pass it is getting lighter. Maybe we’ll have sun later on.
As I stood on the patio with Charlie this morning, I heard a commotion of birds in a distant tree. Various types of birds because they made different noises. But I never could locate them.
Then I saw the hummingbird dive into the branches of the big tree in the corner. I’ve about given up hope that I’ll ever get a photo because it never seems to land.
The cone flowers had turned brown a month ago. But now in the cooler weather one has bloomed again.
There must be a creature out on the patio that Charlie has the scent of. He frets and begs to go out. Last night and this morning he seems disturbed. He just will not settle down.
Last night I took photos of him searching for it and put it into a collage.
It was comical to watch him. I told him he was going to go into that jungle and get stuck. But he managed to weave his way in and out.
I’m just glad that so far there has been no bloody urine since he ended his antibiotic last Wednesday. So far, so good.
However, I have not left him once. I don’t know if that had anything to do with it; it would seem doubtful. But still I have been here to see if it makes any difference. And I am watching him closely.
We’ve now had two evenings when it’s been a bit nippy.
Funny how you forget from one year to the next how that feels. I guess it’s kind of like childbirth.
The heat is hot and worrisome, and suddenly the weather changes. It’s like there is a sigh from Mother Nature. She has grown weary of the humid heat herself. And this sigh blows cooler weather toward us.
It is much appreciated, this change in the air.
Just like in the winter when the first breaths of springtime put a bounce in our step. There is the expectation of warmth and spring flowers emerging from the bare earth.
Each year my suns on the wooden fence look a little more tired. However I love the patina as they age.
The big one hanging on the fence just outside the patio door has been with me for at least 10 years.
Then there is the colorful sun hanging on the fence that divides me from the neighbor next door. The apartment is still empty, but she will be moving in in October, I hear.
I finished reading “The Twelve Mile Straight” last night and began reading “Three Things About Elsie.” I really like “The Twelve Mile Straight.” It had more than 500 pages and I loved every one of them.
With “Three Things About Elsie,” the book begins with 84 year old Florence having fallen in her flat at Cherry Tree Home For The Elderly. As she waits to be rescued, many things come to her as she thinks about her life.
She tells the reader:
“There are three things you should know about Elsie.
The first thing is that she’s my best friend.
The second is that she always knows what to say to make me feel better.
And the third thing… might take a little bit more explaining.“
The explaining seems to revolve around a terrible secret from their past that may be about to come to light. There is a new male resident who looks very much like a man they knew 60 years ago but who has a different name.
They wonder if he is who he claims to be, though they are certain that he died a long time ago.
The author says the book will teach you many things. But here are three of them:
1) The fine threads of humanity will connect us all forever.
2) There is so very much more to anyone than the worst thing they have ever done.
3) Even the smallest life can leave the loudest echo.