Late Spring

Yesterday, shortly after 9:00 pm I sat on my deck and listened to the frogs singing–leopard frogs and gray tree frogs mostly.  The fireflies flashed in the fading twilight.  A light breeze blew.

Today after work I sat on my porch.  We had a thunderstorm shortly before I came home, and the trees still dripped.  I watched a hummingbird, some goldfinches, and a Baltimore oriole.  Again, a cool breeze whispered.

Both times I can honestly say–at that time and at that place there was nothing else I wanted and no where else I would have rather been.

How often can you say that?

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About the roused bear

Nature photographer from central Iowa.
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