This morning before I got up I heard a woodpecker. How in the world do they bang their beaks that fast? The rat-a-tat-tat sounds like a machine gun because it is so rapid fire.
Anyway, it was 46 ° F and the birds were out in full force, those that remain here that is. I thought Woodpeckers went south, but no, not all of them do. Some stay in warm
|“Only where love and need are one,|
And the work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever truly done
For Heaven and the future's sakes”Robt Frost
Chickadees, Blue Jays and Cardinals are around in abundance and were flitting around and singing through the morning hours and I thought of summer.
Birds are one of the sounds of summer along with outboard motors, dirt bikes, single engine planes over head, lawn mowers, baseball games......
Before bed last night I read a bit of a Spenser novel and a scene had Spenser having rhubarb pie for dessert
and I thought of my mother and summer. I was never a huge fan of rhubarb as a kid. Too stringy, too sweet/tart for my childish tastes.
The book described a summery scene of hot air blowing through an open window , approaching thunder squalls and summery sandwiches. So I went to sleep on a summer note and woke up on one as well.
Summer was filling my mind early today.