It seems I’ve spoken too soon. Yes, the month of July did appropriately open with a bang of warm weather, but the last couple of days it’s been cool and raining again. Can you believe it? Yet, God must be on my side because just as my fingers tapped words upon my keyboard, sun blazed through long, turret windows of my office space. Shining signs of what may be.
The weather has turned, taking on a new pattern. No longer are cold, wet drops pounding from the sky in buckets. Instead, gentle showers are falling in a steady mist all the day through. Breathing deep, the scent of fresh air is like no other. Crisp, clean and clear.
Sitting on the stoop of my patio, I search for new life among the gardens. Sunflowers are now blooming. Upon them are bumble bees of yellow with stripes of black upon their backs. Buzzing, they fly from one to the next. My once drenched flowers are starting to rise again in painted pots. Soon they’ll grow tall to reach towards heaven. Birds stop at feeders, shake their tail feathers, or fly away to peck for worms from a lawn the color of Ireland.
In a steady mist of rain, nature pauses to change. To my delight, animals once hidden within the forest suddenly appear. Cabin fever? Sneaking to a damp chair, I take quiet respite, hoping to soak newness like cocoa twigs floating in backyard streams.
A red fox strolls through the back of my yard! Damp and wet from the elements, he is beautiful. Sensing me, he stops briefly to glance my way before trotting toward the line of various trees.
To the left of our property, a large, furry rabbit sits upright nearly unseen behind tall reeds. There, he seems to pull long stems from roots like squash colored carrots, munching away. So big he is! At first sight, I think he might be a woodchuck. Soon, however, his fluffy white tail peeks from behind to give him away.
At last, what I’ve been waiting for! Deer with new babies! Does and Bucks with fawns by their sides. Tentatively, they stroll into my yard, coming closer…closer. A few nibbles here and there. I don’t care.
So much fun to watch coated babies with spots leap and bound in carefree play from one end of my property to the other. The young fawns are very fast, chasing each other like children in a game of tag. “Catch me if you can,” they seem to say, as they bounce around emerald pines and hide among thick thatch. I’m barely able to snap any pictures as they race from one end of a meadow to the farthest of the next. All the while, their mothers watch protectively under the mist of a gently falling rain.
Gifts of a magical picture show.