The arrival of Fall . . . I hardly think so. The humidity feels more like the middle of summer, with late afternoon thunder storms. The rain barrels fill with ease, and the drought of the spring is only a distant memory. The only thing absent from this summer is the word hurricane, some how I don't think any of us miss that word in Florida. I was so happy to hear of snow in the Rockies, which always mean Fall cannot be too far away, I am looking so forward to it this year, we have had a long hot summer. I am looking forward to opening the windows, and airing out the old house, sleeping in the cool nights, with the crickets chirping in the background, only to be out done by Beauregard, Captain Jack and George, crowing a melody that I am sure only Goldilocks can appreciate.
The arrival of the bees . . . We have come to expect the arrival of the bees in the old dead Malaleucas right outside the coop, and they are here in full force this year, buzzing high above our heads, carrying pollen from the Passion flower, Zinnia, and Chickweed. They hover above the bird baths, dart from the orchids, aloe and squash blossoms. They are enjoying the yard this year as are we. Every time I get close to having the old trees cut down, someone else is using them for a home. The woodpeckers have been here all summer, including the two Pileated, always good to see them. . .