We're serving the goldfinches and orioles breakfast beneath our patio eaves. They're darting back and forth to the feeders and back into the evergreens. The yellows and oranges look alot brighter on dark, dreary days. Wonder what it's like to be a bird perched inside a thick blue spruce. Bet it's cozier than all get out in there.
Between downpours, our town managed to squeeze in the display of fireworks last night, but the weather watchers advised to start them shortly after 9 o'clock rather than wait till the usual 10 o'clock. The air was heavy and wet, so we don't think the fireworks were as high up in the sky this year, but pretty nevertheless. It would have been a shame if they would've had to be canceled, because so many people invest alot of time and effort into them setting up.
It feels like "the day after." Hardly any movement in the village. Am sure families are happy to sleep late and stay indoors out of the rain. Maybe Our Creator sends us stormy weather simply for that very reason.
I can't help but wonder what it'd be like to live near a desert where rain is scarce. It's difficult for me to imagine a world that isn't lush and green in the summertime, like today. All things with roots in the ground must be very joyful with this big drink they're getting. And how refreshing it's got to feel for the animals that live in the woods. We take rain so for granted, and the weather channel is always warning us about rains headed our way, like it's a bad thing. Ah, contrare.
There are three chipping sparrows munching on the food that the finches drop from their feeders. They're wearing their brown caps and are so sweet. Sparrows have a special place in my heart, simply because they're looked upon as unnecessary pests. To me, all birds are beautiful and serve some purpose in the chain of life, and each is beautiful in its own way.
