Wednesday evening, this eagle and I gazed out over Queens Creek as the sun was going down for the day. He sat silently for a while, collecting his thoughts, before retreating further up the creek for the night. From the comfort of my deck chair, I watched him fly away before finally surrendering myself and turning in.
May is such a wonderful month around here. Everything is turning lush and green, and the days are warm but not necessarily oppressive with humidity--yet. The insects are plentiful, but they haven't worn me down--yet. (For the moment, we won't talk about ants, against which I'm waging a full-on war in my kitchen, nor will we speak of wasps, who insist on taking up residence in my deck umbrella. Also, if I see just one more stink bug--inside my house--I may voluntarily check in to Eastern State Hospital.) And the fiddler crabs are out but not
In short, life--which these days includes winding down on the deck at the end of the day-- is pretty good.
