Here comes the sun! Remember the old Beatles song? It comes to me now as I sit here. The sky is covered by a haze, but blue is poking through, sun on the trees lining the pasture. Bees are busy at the liriope and squirrels are chasing each other, chattering, up and down the pecan tree, and the crickets singing rhythmically. And there’s a sweet breeze! Tea at hand, got the Audubon Bird app working on my phone yesterday, so I play with that. Life is good on the porch this morning.
Just realized that I’m most interested in the bird’s calls and sounds than anything else about them, much the same way that I am fascinated by language and dialects. My ear is tuned to the way people speak. Hearing some speech patterns actually gives me great delight. There was a time when I liked to call from Oklahoma home to North Carolina, to the Oxena Drugstore, just to speak to the woman who handled the newspaper and book distribution for the entire east coast of North Carolina, because of her old South accent. It was like breathing air for me.
It’s good to realize our loves, and then we can pursue them with purpose.
I leave you with the Beatles wisdom…