Monday, 25 August 2014

Monday Moanings - August 25, 2014

The Last Monday in August

Please excuse the cliche, but just where did the summer go? We all ask the same question at the same time every year and every year the answer is more sigh than words, at least in this part of the world where summer is our reward for enduring snow, ice, wind and bitter cold.

While I happily admit that autumn is my favourite season, summer offers unique joys that I never want to miss. I never want to miss breakfast on a deck bathed in sunlight and warmth

Out there this morning with my omelette and latte, I watched blue jays sweep in and out of the tray feeder, hummingbirds buzz in and out stopping just for a moment to sip some nectar, chickadees and nuthatches. The distant hum of highway traffic offered up a steady bass line while crickets kept up a staccato chirp. The neighbourhood dogs barked in sequence along the street as a cyclist whizzed by.

And every now and then the breeze picked up the baton and conducted the leaves, still mostly very thick and very green, in a soothing chorus of rustling chatter.

One has to make the most of mornings like this one...

©2014 April Hoeller

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