Walk with me

I love Tuesdays!
They're my mornings off--my mornings to get out, explore and catch up with so many places I only briefly see any other day of the week.
And today, it seemed to be a refreshed earth I was walking in--last week's rains have sprouted newness and greenness where before it had become brown and lifeless.

The phoebes are about to fledge.

Four precious faces, now barely squeezed in a cup.

I always check the floor beneath the nest as soon as I enter the doorway--so afraid I'll find one fallen. Messy little eating machines!

And, it's the mess over here that caught my eye--even messier eating machines here, too?


Four more precious faces--barn swallows, also very soon to fly. And with almost no headroom--that's cozy!



The grapes are now about the size of green grapes you'd buy in the store--but these need to ripen--to concord purple this fall.

As I came across the field, a doe stepped out in front of me, snorted and stomped twice. Immediately beside me, in the tall grass, 2 small faces peered back.

Our older, little pond, now dry, has filled with fresh, tender grass--a salad bowl for grazing.

And the thrush woods--very leafy and dense.
Down in the dry creek bed, the bee balm-- red dots amidst fresh green, minty stems.
The world seems alive again.