This morning, I drank my coffee on the porch among the
ferns, on the beautiful day set aside to honor mothers. (And, like most
mornings, I had to visit the microwave a couple of times. I’m such a poor
excuse for a coffee drinker!) My little
red throated hummer flitted about, sipping nectar out of the feeder. Ever so
often, it would make a quick visit to the petunia blossoms and just as quickly
would hurry away, as if to say....."I really don't care for those."
The resident squirrel ran head first down the old water oak.
I think it must be "yard smart”, for it quickly looks around before
scampering across the expanse of yard to another tree.
I can see, by the pot holes in my yard (yards have pot
holes?) that we were visited by an armadillo or maybe an army of armadillos,
last night. I can just imagine a
contingent of armadillos, marching across my yard, stopping ever so often to
dig another hole!!
Behind me, the blooms on the magnolia tree that we planted
about 10 years ago have begun to open and greet this beautiful day. There will
be hundreds of beautiful white blossoms, soon. And, in the backyard, “Bob’s
magnolia tree”…..a gift from our neighborhood, when he passed away, will soon
be in bloom. I can see it, from my kitchen window…another reminder of my honey,
among the hundreds of reminders that exist, in the house that he built for us.
As I sat, I heard the hum of a bumble bee, apparently just
waking to greet the day and search for food. It headed toward the blooms of the
bougainvillea as a
mosquito circled my head. It was too early in the day for mosquitoes!!
The light breeze stirred the leaves on the trees and caused
the ferns to spin, on their hangers. Precious gave chase to the bee that buzzed
around her head and woke her from her nap, in the sun. Little black Bella just
lay there, with her eyes half closed as she watched Precious, as if to say
“stupid dog, you can’t catch that bee!”
Church and then lunch with my son-in-law, granddaughter, her
honey, and a favorite cousin, and now I’m sitting on my porch, again. The
plants have all been given a drink, and I can enjoy the rest of this day. The
day began, on this porch, with a cup of coffee, and the day is ending, on this
porch, with a glass of wine. (I’m a much better wine drinker!)
I sit and look across my driveway at the old house where
first my granny lived and then my parents lived, after her death. Little did I
know, as a teenager spending summers and weekends there…..and as an adult
visiting my parents that I would, one day, be just across the drive…..on my own
porch.
And they say you can’t go home……….
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