High Temperature: 93F Low Temperature: 73F Sunrise: 6:30 am Sunset: 8:34 pm Humidity: 45% Wind: e 8 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
It was a little thing. From atop the maple next to the house, the Painted Bunting greeting the morning with his sweet and simple melody.
I asked Willa, "Did you hear that, little girl? That's the most beautiful bird." Willa did not reply.
A few seconds after the Painted Bunting's song, the jungle-tinged call of the Pileated Woodpecker pierced the air. It was very close, but unseen. Probably in the woods just to the southeast of the house. Other birdsong followed and the day was officially launched.
It was a little thing that shook me - at least for a few moments - out of my summer doldrums, of wishing the hot days away. Soon the mornings, days, and nights will be quieter. I will miss the night jars, the flycatchers, and the Painted Buntings; the Summer Tanagers, the Southern Leopard Frogs, the chatty tree frogs, and the grumpy half-blind Ornate Box Turtle that shelters in the barn during the summer. I don't want to wish these fleeting joys away, nor the time that is so precious.
Winter will bring its own particular joys with it. But for now, I need to hear, feel and see the little summer joys.