Sunday Morning

 This morning arrived with bright blue skies, a cool breeze and the sound of songbirds.

George had made a pot of coffee (will wonders NEVER cease?) and we shared a cup on the back porch.

Gold finches, rose finches, sparrows, cedar waxwings and a few orioles blessed us by sharing breakfast..Pyewacket lounging on George's lap and paying zero attention to the birds.

A squirrel snuck through the fence to feast on the remains of the last cantaloupe and watermelon from the garden, constantly aware of Pye's location.

Hummingbirds finally noticed the feeders hanging near the grave sites of two pets lost to us but never forgotten. They happily buzzed about and drank their fill.

It was a glorious way to start the week.