As I walked this morning, I had another encounter with the third kind. She just stood and looked at me until I got fairly close; and then, she and the fawns gone with a hop, skip, and jump. I guess she's decided that my back 40 belong to her and her family. One thing is certain: she's convinced that I am the intruder.
Confession: It is that time of year where I deliberately and cold-heartedly take pleasure in the destruction of a whole class of illegal aliens. Again, this year, their numbers seem to be way down. So far, anyway. Perhaps I am winning the battle and actually edging closer and closer to a successful genocide. Let's hope. Japanese beetles, welcome to Sevin Heaven. Heh, heh. And good riddance!
The entire front of the Acres is still a marshy bog. Call me Squish. Three cheers for good boots.
My feathered friends continue to bring beauty as I walk. The bluebirds love to sit on the wires along the driveway and, no doubt, snicker as a trudge by: "Poor thing. Molting on the top of his head. No wonder he can't fly." And the indigo buntings have made a nest near by. I see them in one of the redbuds almost every day now. Either their nest is in there or something delicious to munch on. Stunning blues are all around me as I squish by. Oh, and the towhee has been here all year as well, though I haven't seen his mate yet--just him. And there's a yellow warbler in the pines. He lets me admire him when I sit on the green throne. He and the goldfinch who seem to love the brambles in the wild area.
The outlaws--except for Bonnie--still sit behind their invisible barrier as I walk by. I'm sure they miss me. I may be slow, but I am good company. Aaron has added a new member to the gang which, I suppose, I'll never get to meet--a cute little black thing; a puppy black lab perhaps.? They sit pensively as the old man ricochets from flower bed to flower bed or up to the mail box and back. I think it's pensively. They may just be asleep.
The lilies are reaching their peak. The oriental lilies came first--and there's a few more to come. They keep their beautiful blooms for weeks. The day lilies join in next. And I do mean join in. It's perfect that the Asian lilies are first and then just hang around until the day lilies add their color palate. With the day lilies, every day I have to dead head yesterday's faded loveliness. "Here today, gone tomorrow." Envy of the world's Solomons. I have zillions of those yet to bloom, and they are everywhere--from the very front of the Acres all the way back to the rear of the property. A lily parade. Only I do the floating by. The two other stars of early July are the balloon flowers--blue, white, lilac, and the bee balm--a variety of pink and red hues. The bed by the house today had at least fifty blue balloon flowers. Trying to keep up with the bluebirds and indigo buntings, I guess; vying for my oohs and aahs. I have plenty to go around.
Expectations: the hibiscus, rose of Sharon, and morning glories are on the doorstep. They do a stellar job as the welcoming mat to those who meander on to the Acres at the end of July. Wear your boots.
One last part of my walk. Had a delightful chat with neighbor Dennis as the afternoon was winding down. It's refreshing to talk about the extraordinary ordinary beauty of the country. And it's encouraging to talk about our Lord and His workings in our lives. And, of course, it's nice to have Bonnie join us until she gets so bored with our standing still that she wanders off to be a dog. Humans! Boring!
Walking Iten's Acres, the first week of July, 2013. Good for the soul and spirit. Sure, you can be jealous. Uncontrollable, random emotions are healthy.
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