Haiku

The breeze grows to wind

then to a force that bends trees

before moving on.

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Birds of a Feather

I live in a city with posses of turkeys that wander up and down the streets.  They are quite fun to watch as they wander through the front yards and down the middle of streets, although some see them as nuisances.  One posse has been wandering along my street for a few years now (or at least a group of turkeys has shown up this year, and another posse last year–not necessarily the same one).  They are quiet mostly, picking their way slowly through the yards.  I tell them to be very careful, as Thanksgiving is not so very far away.  I don’t think they are listening, though.

Last week, I noticed a perfect V of geese flying south and I wondered if we were getting an early winter.  That would be a very welcome break from the heat of recent months. But then yesterday, there was another gaggle of geese flying north in another perfect V. Perhaps the smoke that has been lingering over us on and off throughout this hot and rainless summer has confused them.

Noticed also, perhaps related, that the hummingbirds that normally are here all summer and into the early fall have not been around lately to visit my feeders.  And the birdsong that I usually hear in the early mornings has not been heard for a while now.

This all makes me think of Rachel Carson’s book, Silent Spring, about a time when there are no more birds to sing to us.  Turkeys may be fun, but they don’t sing.

June Bust

Has anyone else noticed that June has failed to bust out all over?  I turned the heat on this morning!  It is cold.  It is windy.  It rains at inopportune times (when I am loading books from a storage unit to move to the library for a book sale, and again when I am loading books to move from the library back to the storage unit).  This is April weather, maybe May.  But June?

Yes, I do realize that it has snowed here in June.  But that was supposed to have been a fluke.  I don’t want any weather flukes.  None, thank you anyway, Mother dear.  Be a good old girl and get with the program.  Summer!  It is just a week away!  Go take a gander at your calendar, and bring some warmth, please.

OK, pretty please.

Springing

A rain-free morning, so I thought I should get those Arbor Day dogwood trees into the ground.  I do love dogwoods, and while I have gotten some sprouts from Arbor Day in the past, none have taken hold.  But I do keep trying. So, into my gardening outfit and out I went into the almost sunshine.  First, I discovered that I had hostas planted where I had chosen to put the trees.  So I had to move the hostas, but there were lots of weeds where I wanted to move the hostas, so I had to do a bunch of weeding.  Weeding just takes me from one weed to the next and eventually I discovered that I am getting slightly damp.  So back to the hostas and get them into the ground.  I discover that it is not simply rain that is dampening me, but hail.  Speed counts now, as I run to finish the hostas.  So then I needed food and a warm cat, and in I go.  Later I remembered that I had forgotten to plant the trees.  Spring will still be here tomorrow.