I am watching the sparrows and finches peck away at a pile of birdseed on the porch. The ants are also trying to carry off the seeds. The birds try to avoid the ants.
There is a chipmunk in the yard too. I keep hoping he will come up to the porch and eat something. Or maybe its a girl. I don't know why I always think of chipmunks as boys.
I have to go to a funeral next Sat. may he rest in peace. He was 86 and his body and mind were just worn out.
I just found out my newest friend has brain cancer.
It has been a stressful week. My tarot reading says 'Just Let Go' and I also keep getting the death card.
I just saw a joshua tree fruit fall to the ground. Then I realized the chipmunk is up in the tree, pulling off the fruit.
The papa and baby quail are drinking from the water bowl. I put out more chicken wire to protect the gourds and beans from rabbits. I also saw a baby cottontail in the yard earlier today. Nature is my refuse and my strength. The portulaca I planted from seed are blooming their heads off. I hope my mom's spirit can see them, since they always remind me of her.
The yellow pear tomato is covered with blossoms. Soon I will have some fruit from it I hope. Gardening is an act of faith after all.
Yesterday I saw two roadrunners in the yard in a courtship ritual. I wonder what baby roadrunners look like.
Take care of yourself.