Rain has soaked the landscape here in the quiet northern areas. Moisture turns tree bark darker and accentuates the new foliage in contrast. Rivulets are bubbly, tumultuous. The pond out front is full and spilling out to fill other waterways to parts unknown.
This morning, as the eaves drip a drumbeat through our shrubs and flowers out front, the peewees are bobbing their tails, huddling on the pool ladder, seeming sorrowful that the rain has grounded their insect prey: famine. The robin that found a comfy nesting site under our second story screen porch is very active, plucking worms from the soggy ground easily: feast.
I watch it all from behind panes in my warm home, absorbing the springtime life activity all around me through wondering eyes. This is joy. I think I’ll have another cup of coffee before I do much of anything else.
©2008 Stumpar Scribbles
