This week has been mostly gorgeous. I have spent my lunches in the Clear Creek Trail space by the office. Some days I hike for the hour and some days I plop a blanket by the creek and just take in the sun and sounds of the water, the birds in the trees and the mallard ducks that proliferate in the area.
It was easy to settle into the ‘I love spring’ mantra and enter into the making summer plans mode – Mostly dreaming of how I could pull off an amazing summer like last year.
But Mother Nature has ways to bring us out of the daydream of tomorrow and focus on today as this morning I awoke to this:
So I am sequestered indoors to finish up the quarterly taxes that I’ve put off as long as I possibly could.
The weather man says we will be back up to seventy degrees this week, but for now, all that is sure is:
Today is the first day that I have gotten to enjoy the sunrise from my deck in leisure.
Ted noticed the other day that some magpies were building a rather large nest in one of the trees closest to the house, so I went out with the hopes of seeing some of the construction.
The variety of different birds and their chirps, calls and songs was amazing to me. So many that I couldn’t begin to keep track.
As I sat and just got caught up in all he energy, I realized that if I were to envision the activity I was seeing and hearing in human forms, I would think there was metropolis outside. A hustle and bustling city with bosses yelling at workers where to go – calling for more product – directing traffic. There was the hammering of the woodpeckers (thankfully not on our house) pounding out signs of their construction or destruction. There were the Robins doing the ground work, hopping to and fro pulling up grasses and looking for meals.
The Evening Grosbeaks (one of my favorites to see) were like the youthful kids – all hanging out in a group moving from the local food stand to the next closest hangout and back again.
The energy was that of everyone realizing it’s a beautiful day, so let’s get as much done as possible while we can.
I suppose I should listen to my feathered friends and follow the advise, but I know Ted will be up and take that stance only too soon, so I’ll enjoy watching others work while I sit on the morning sun.
By the way, Ted was reading that when the magpies are done with their nest, that owls or Hawks or Ravens will generally take it over. This should be fun.