My wife saw the first hummingbird of the season come to our feeder.  She tried to get my attention but I did not see the bird.  Now I have my eyes stationed on the feeder which is only two feet from our front living room window.  I expect to see another any minute.  To think the hummingbird flew thousands of miles to get here and also remembered the location of this feeder.

Every time I glance out the front window I await the entrance of the first hummingbird.  I just put out nectar the other day for it.  In the past, the first one of the season came by the end of April so I know it could come any day now.

Yesterday (or the day before) I saw three cottontails munching on the grass viewed from the back window.  I never saw three at one time so I was thrilled.  Now every time I look out into the backyard I am looking for those three bunnies.

Nature has a way of surprising you:  when you least expect it, there it is another surprise.  It may be a northern mockingbird (you have never seen before in the yard) or some totally other different sight like the large orange salamander that we spotted twice.  Somewhere in back near the creek lives a large box turtle.  You never know and all you can do is live and view life with an expectant attitude.

I have adjusted my expectations (of Spring).  My wife said it was really ‘December weather’ and I agreed.  Early morning it was nineteen degrees and currently it is thirty-three.  I will think cold and wait until it decides to become spring.  I have lowered my expectations.  It is really winter.  As far as I am concerned.

Spring is now one week and one day away give or take an hour or two.  It was a beautiful day.  The sun was shining and it was, at least fifty, degrees outside.  Pretty soon this cold weather will just be a memory.  Of course, nothing is forever.  I will just experience today.  That is all I have.  And sometimes that is all you can focus on—today.  So I will enjoy today exactly how it is.  And worry about tomorrows.  Another day.

Sometimes produce reminds us of the temporal nature of things. I bought Winesap apples recently. It is one of my favorite apples. It is not here too long–a few weeks if that long at all.

I love Seckel pears but the season is done for them. They are little but very tasty pears. I managed to buy them twice. Now I have to wait til next year.

I bought at my favorite produce store Bartlett pears several times last year. They were unlike those you can’t get in the big supermarkets. They were tree ripened and were absolutely delicious. This year I managed to miss them.

There are so many things in life here today gone tomorrow. And you have to appreciate them when they are here. Produce reminded me of that. There are seasons for each one. And they are all different.

The last traces of summer gone today. Tomorrow the temperatures drop fifteen degrees and it will return to Fall weather. I will just enjoy today. Every season lingers into the next before the past one is gone for good. The climate here has four seasons but sometime you are not sure which one you are in and have to check the latest forecast to determine how you are going to dress when you go out. Every area of the country is different. I have always lived in a temperate climate so this is the only one I am used to.

It was another gorgeous day. Just perfect. The days of ninety degree weather a memory. The world turns: before we know it the cold weather will come and this pleasant weather will be gone. And then spring. And summer. A constant cycle. But I do not want to rush it.

The Waning Summer

Author: siggy

I put out a fresh supply of sugar water for the hummingbirds fully aware it is probably the last time for 2010.  It is already September 5 and I expect any day the last hummingbird will come and the summer will be over.  It is becoming too cold for them and they have a long journey ahead of them.

It was labor day weekend and it was if someone turned a switch.  It felt as if fall had come.  It was 72 degrees in the house and I had to put on a sweater this morning.  For a number of months the temperature of the house had hovered around 80.  Our house retains the heat well.  Suddenly I became aware this season was over.  Summer has less than three weeks to go officially but Autumn had come already.

The acorn I found on the ground near my house I marveled at.  It was August 12 and the acorn was an harbinger of fall.  There were not many around.  Summer was only midway.

It was so perfectly round.  Its cap would not come off.  Before I know it the leaves will start coming down.  And next winter will come but there is always the illusion each season is here forever.  The acorn that fell in the middle of summer reminded me before we know the next season will be here.

Spring finally arrived. Today was its entrance. The forecast said it would hit seventy today. The sky was perfectly blue with not a cloud in the sky and all I wanted to do was go fishing.

There was one small detail to overcome–I had not gotten my license yet but you get the idea how beautiful the first day of spring was. The countdown was over.

And I know it will have arrived for good when the days melt into each other and I no longer think about spring. We creatures take the weather for granted awfully quick but not too long.

This is a temperate climate. And the weather changes before you know it. Today I will celebrate spring. At least, for one day.

Spring was less than five weeks away.  I started my countdown.  It was close enough to it.  I do this every year.  It is a little game I play.  I am waiting for the warmer weather.  The spring.  The blackberries and raspberries I pick.  My annual camping trip I take in May with my buddy.  The explosion of life.  The first flowers — daffodils.  Everything.  Every year I have a countdown.  The winter that passes me and I endure just makes spring that much sweeter.  Right now there is quite a bit of snow on the ground.  I know in less than six weeks it will be all gone and the daily temperatures will gradually rise.  My countdown is my anticipation of spring and what follows.