This little wren has been visiting me on my back porch the past few days. I'd say she was looking for a nesting place (several little wren families have been raised here in the past) but isn't this NOT the time to build a nest and lay eggs?
Oh, I could look it up but I'm too busy looking up Hurricane Matthew and thank those of you who have inquired about it and its possible effects here. It is a monster, scary storm and I am very, very worried about the folks I know living on the east coast where it is supposed to hit and even the ones I know in Central Florida but it's not supposed to be too much danger for us.
And yet, I keep going out to speak to my husband as he puts the fence back up and is getting his things all packed up to leave for Georgia this afternoon, my anxiety obviously apparent, and he keeps reassuring me that it's all going to be fine, just fine. He even said at one point "not to worry so much" and then he laughed a little and said, "Who do I think I'm talking to?" and I laughed too but it wasn't really that fucking funny.
I'm sure he's right.
And I'm sure if I begged him to stay home, he probably would, probably being the key word there, and I don't want to find out that I'm wrong so I'm not going to do any begging.
Ah well. I need to just get on with life.
Here's a picture of some of the prettiest little flowers I see blooming right now. They are so determinedly orange and cheerful. I have no idea what they are but their vine leaves look like Morning Glories.
Otis keeps trying to mount Violet, the wind is gusting, and Maurice is watching it all.
I need to get busy.