Yesterday I saw a hummingbird for the first time this year. It was not at the red honeysuckle, or the penstemon, or the lantana, or at any of the other hummingbird- attracting plants dotted around the yard. No, it was two blocks from here, in a front yard, on a manicured street, darting between a pink saucer magnolia of some kind and a shrub with no discernible flowers. Birds have minds of their own.
This is proving to be a good year for fireflies. Our laxness in mowing the back yard has allowed some of the grasses to start going to seed, and the yard at twilight is filled with tiny blinking lights. Visitors from Florida last week had to stand at the window and comment on the sheer number of the little insects.
And the daylilies are blooming. Life is good.