A Good Day

It was a good day today. Eating out, chatting with friends, browsing around in the stores, was fun. Ran into Garnet, who is walking now with the aid of a crutch, after a nasty fall last week. She is fortunate that she didn't break anything, or that hitting her head on some stone steps didn't do any great damage. At 87, she is a tough old bird, God bless her.

It was a beautiful day today. Sunny and warm, but not extremely hot, as it has been for a month now. Still dry though, but one of these days, the rains will arrive to refresh the parched earth around here.

The deer show up earlier and earlier. This morning they were out there at dawn, looking towards the house; looking for me! didn't let them down!

In the morning, it's back to working on Grist for the Mill. I write fiction so rarely, but when I do, I lose myself in the story. When I finish Grist for the Mill, I will go back to The Purple Castle, which is now sitting in my documents, half done. I'm looking forward to going back to a story about a strange dream, and how it eventually comes true. But enough of that for now. Grist for the Mill is waiting, the heroin, Liz, wants to solve the mystery of the manuscript she found!

Time to put my mind into a sleep mode, so I can go back to Liz refreshed, in the morning.

It was a very good day today!

Still No Rain!

Well, we still haven't had any rain, although some dark clouds are forming, and the forecast says showers are possible today. Because of the clouds, it's not quite as hot as it's been, but still 90 and very muggy out. The resident deer spend a lot of time in the pond, to keep cool. I feel sorry for the butterflies, as there are so few flowers anywhere, because of the drought. Wildflowers that were always abundant along the roadsides and around the field and woods, have dried up. Just before, as I sat on the deck for a little while, a tiny butterfly landed on my arm. It stayed there, his feelers tickling my skin a bit. I don't know what he was getting from my skin, but he stayed quite some time, so it must have been something. I even came in the house, while I held on to the tiny butterfly, and put some droplets of hummingbird nectar in my palm. Once outside again, I placed the butterfly near the sweet nectar, and the tiny jewel was drinking the droplets! Then he flittered off, hopefully sustained for a while. The hot dry weather is hard on most living things. Well, except for the dragonflies (and most insects) that zip around the field like tiny helicopters. They love the heat, I read somewhere, when I was doing research for an article on these interesting creatures. Nature is filled with wonder and beauty, but it has it's harsh side as well. Just like all life.