“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
It was a wonderful night for sleeping, even Gracie felt the need to cuddle. The morning is still a bit cool, despite the sun. Mr. and Mrs. Oriole dropped by for some of the jelly I had just put into the feeder. Both were singing. I have to fill the seed feeders when I’m done here.
It’s dinner and a movie night. The menu is set but not the film. I’ll have to go through and find something the whole crowd will enjoy. I’m leaning toward M.A.S.H.
The early mornings and the late nights are my favorite times of the day. Sunday mornings are the best of all mornings. Not a soul stirs, not a car moves. The only sounds are the birds singing and the rustling of leaves as squirrels jump from branch to branch. I swivel my head from paper to yard to catch sight of the bird whose song I hear. This morning it was the oriole. I watched him jump from branch to branch, each branch closer to the jelly feeder. I didn’t move for fear of scaring him. Finally, he alighted and had breakfast. The Mrs. followed. My fountain water is low so it makes a gentle sound. The day is opening quietly and slowly.
At night, I sit outside on the deck. The darkness is broken only by the moon and the three tulip solar lights shining from flower pots. Gracie sits beside me, and I pat her as I sit there. If I stand at the deck rail, I can see fireflies, and the flower shaped lights I placed in the yard. Their bulbs are small so each casts only a singular path of light, and they barely break through the darkness. The late nights are quiet. My neighbors’ houses are all dark. I relish this time almost more than any other.
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August 1, 2010 at 11:09 am
Do you have problems with mosquitoes of an evening?
Or any other nasty little thingees??
August 1, 2010 at 10:45 pm
Pete,
Some nights one or two f us gets bitten by mosquitoes but the rest of us escape. I think it’s because the deck is high off the ground and some nights there is a breeze. Tonight was downright cold.
August 1, 2010 at 11:34 am
I´m mostly a sleep at late nights but around ten pm the katydids start their music and I love it. But I am awake early mornings though 🙂 The birds has more or less stopped singing now, but I can hear gees and cranes shouting from a distance every morning walk.
I´ve never seen the movie Mash, only the tv shows. Have to see if I can find it anywhere.
It´s been raining almost all day, but now the sun finally has started to shine. Tomorrow I´ll be going to friends at an island outside Gothenburg and I´ll try to take lots of photo´s!
Have a great day now!
Christer.
August 1, 2010 at 10:46 pm
Christer,
I used to go to bed early as I was up at 5. Once I retired, I go to sleep whenever I want, sometimes early, sometimes really late.
Good movie-MASH.
I’m looking forward to those photos!!!
August 1, 2010 at 5:57 pm
The wheels of optimism turned as Big Rick and I circumnavigated the lake at Stoney early this morning. In a moment of unprecedented clairvoyance I remarked that it was time for the return of the wild turkeys and we span around a corner right in to three of them. I have a new deal with a company in Canada says Big Rick, should make me millions – I nodded and rode on, been that way for ten years and I cannot fail to admire my friend with such a sense of good things to come.
Sunday is a positive day – life is to be enjoyed
August 1, 2010 at 10:48 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I admire anyone with a sense of good things to come.
Today was one of those wonderful Sundays; it was filled with good friends,tasty food and a movie to cap off the evening.
August 1, 2010 at 6:38 pm
Hi,Kat. Earlier on today, I was listening to rumbling thunder. The sky was full of grey patches and the rain was tumbling down. Later the sky brightened, and a beautiful gloaming light gave way to a gorgeous double rainbow. I have never seen one so vivid. My mackerel tabby, Elsa was chasing moths flitting around some of those solar garden lights I have in my back garden. I sat in my conservatory looking at the rainbow and Elsa, and listened to the rain which had turned into a light silver spray. I thought about life, and about my beloved father who has just passed away, and I knew that there is something after life. The proof was in that rainbow. Thanks again for your beautiful writing. TTU soon…P
August 1, 2010 at 10:53 pm
P,
That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Sometimes I find myself saying something my mother always said, and it makes me smile to remember. I know she is with me always.
When I play cards with friends, I smile and use my father’s lines, and they never feel to harass my opponent. He taught me well. It is a piece of him with me.
I agree there is something after life.