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One of my goals has been to actually enjoy some of my success. What does that mean? It means I want to have breakfast in the solarium. I want to actually use the hot tub, and the uber shower. I want to be in the exercise room long enough to do more than the treadmill, or a small weight work out. I want to sit on my garden bench which we bought last summer and I have yet to use. We have this amazingly gorgeous water garden just off the new brick patio. I want to sit out on it and enjoy a beautiful evening. It’s a long list, and I’ve gotten to do none of it, but tonight Jon and I sat out on our patio and drank a cup of tea to end the day. It’s a start.
The day had been hot and muggy, but the evening turned out to be cool and comfortable, a rarity in St. Louis. We tucked the child upstairs in bed, and sat out side in the beautiful summer evening. We watched the first stars push their way through the blue of the night sky. Watched that sky turn from blue to black. A bat flitted across the low cloud cover, so camouflaged that Jon and I weren’t sure what we’d seen at first. It was the first bat Jon had ever seen. How do you know it’s a bat and not a night flying bird? One; bats are much more flappy in their wing beats. Also it just moves like a bat and not a bird. Not all things that fly move the same. In fact, every bird seems to have it’s special way of moving through the air.
The goldfinches have moved into the daylight garden. I watched their undulating flights back and forth to the sunflowers today. Goldfinches seem to carve musical notes in the air, as they fly. They twitter constantly back and forth to each other not a musical song, but terribly cheerful like a best friend who sings off key, but but never seems to realize it, until the very off key singing makes you smile because it is your friend. The birds yellow is so bright like sunshine made solid with the black wings and caps to set it off, so that they seem artificial in the contrast of colors. Perfectly drawn between dark and bright, miniature examples of how it feels sometimes to be us. The bright feathers that everyone sees, but it is the dark parts that make the brightness stand out. If they were all yellow would they be as eye-catching? I don’t think so. You need the black to make the yellow glow.
Goldfinches all day, bats at night. It’s a good yard. Tonight the patio; tomorrow the garden bench, or maybe the solarium.