It was foggy this morning and I love a foggy morning. It was also not raining. I opened the front door and could hear birdsong. It wasn’t the sound of many, many birds like one hears in the spring, but one or two birds with the most glorious calls. I went outside, sat on the glider and just listened. The calls were loud and very musical and, since it was foggy, the cicadas hadn’t started up yet, so I could simply sit and listen.
Eventually, I went inside for my camera because it was so beautiful out there that I couldn’t resist.
I felt calmer and more at peace than I have in a while. It’s amazing and wondrous what fog and birdsong and the beauty of the landscape can do for one’s soul.
The light just beginning to hit the maple tree.
Pokeweed, which has self-seeded in front of the house. I don’t want it there next year, but I couldn’t pull it now. The birds love those berries.
I heard the honking of Canada Geese and got this picture of them flying through the fog.
I saw a little bird fly onto a maple branch so I got up and moved closer. He, too, was singing a beautiful song, a song that seemed too powerful to come from that little body.
I managed to get this photo:
I love seeing that tiny bird in the midst of all the leaves and the lichen-covered branches, with the fog in the background. I was real happy with this shot.
A good way to start the day. To add to that, we were able to sit in the secret garden and have our second cup of coffee. We haven’t been able to do that for a while. Eventually, we had to come in as the mosquitoes are plentiful this year due to all the rain.
Today, I must mow. It’s supposed to get very, very hot this afternoon, so I’ll have to get to it this morning. And tomorrow morning. Because it’s going to rain again on Tuesday. Remember me saying that the rivers were alarmingly low? They’re full to the brim now. We can hear the rush of water from our front porch.
That’s a good thing.
Happy Sunday.
