I’m late filling feeders, but the hummingbirds come anyway. Welcome.
A scarlet tanager appears–my first sighting. Red’s always been my favorite.
The blue heron stomps around by the cypress. Frequently.
Geese are the latest wake up call each morning. The same two.
A Japanese maple is planted in Sam’s memory. It’s in view from the future art room window, not far from our pecan tree and his dad’s cypress.
Living memories. Good things.