A DAY AND A MORNING - WITH THE TWO GREATEST ARTISTS OF ALL
Sunday morning brought "art" that only God and Mother Nature could have created. I sat on my deck and listened to the sounds of Spring - And, my gosh the lone Crane came back to our small lake. I have lived here for 43 years; and, he always returns and his return lingers in my heart all year. His return was the first thing I painted in my first Spring here.
Blue jewels caught my eye; and flitering and hurring about were several pair of blue birds. Their "talk" and songs lolled the afternoon as they were busily choosing which bird house to ready for their newborns.
As late afternoon tip toed into my world, I heard a very loud tap, tap, tap. And, I thereby saw
The magnificent Palliated Woodpecker. Huge at 12-14 inches, at least, he concentrated on finding his dinner on the half dead walnut tree.
The Blue Jays scold most everyone for what ever their reasons might be; and the Cardinals are flying in and out of the pines as they too look where nesting would be best. The Warblers may be the busiest little birds of all. And, their song the most lovely. The Tuted Titmouse, Junco, and Nuthatch scurry up and down the trees to catch the dinner hour.
Black ants are out - even though it is only March; and even the bees are already drinking in the sweet necter of Spring flowers.
And, the neighbor and I are awed as the regal Bald Eagle floats over the lake, catching a fish in his claws as he heads south over the dam where he will sleep for the night.
Later in evening after dark had arrived, I saw magic - the magic of a moth in her flowing white gown dance before a night light.
MAGICAL - THE COLORS AND SOUNDS OF GOD AND MOTHER NATURE.
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