A breeze blew over the bed early this morning. We woke up and scooted closer together to stay warm. The 100+ days and 90+ nights are evidently finally gone, just in time for October.
The Cowpen Daisies are blooming and filled with bees. A volunteer Morning Glory that I’ve been nurturing thru the parched summer (a cultivated variety of some sort that looked more like a potato at first and not so much like the invasive variety that I’m doing battle with in the backyard) has climbed into the branches of the Lacey Oak and opened its first blossom. A hawk just swooped thru the Live Oaks and Cedar Elms on the other side of the street, leading to much flapping and mayhem among the perches Bluejays and White Winged Doves. And a young squirrel sat in the front yard, uncaring of my presence, and meticulously shelled three green pecans and buried two of them in the front yards of our neighbors after finding the perfect spot for the first under Trudy’s Skullcap.
An old man I’ve seen before just walked by across the street. Beyond our clump of blooming daisies, on the sidewalk in front of Bill’s house, he limped slowly, concentrating intently on each step. His white dog pulled on the long leash well ahead of him, tongue hanging out, tail wagging, happy to be out in the cool, sunny day.
A long term forecast came out last week. What we’ve been thru for the past year might be only the beginning of a longer term drought lasting up to 2020. But let’s put that aside…
The temperatures have dropped. The sky is blue. The daisies are humming with bees. The Goldfinches are singing from their hidden perches on the treetops to houses away. And the old man and his dog have ventured outside again.
That’s good enough for me for now. I gotta go buy some seeds before I get in trouble.