As night falls around us, I notice the trees standing shoulder to shoulder, crowding, looming, enveloping me in their shadows. In the winter their secrets were laid bare. But now, in the darkness of a summer night, they rekindle their mystery.  

Since this morning’s post I’ve been watching and thinking about Sid. Everything he does, he does ardently. There’s no detachment, no consideration, no introspection before he bounds after a bee. But he’s not attached, either. He’s just as ready to slink through the grass or race up a tree – whatever each moment presents.  

Sid has become an ardent bird-watcher, attending to our chickadee family in their birdhouse, and to a family of finches in the grape vine climbing our screened porch. He’s tried a couple of ascents (for no more than a closer look, I’m sure), but we’ve since put obstacles in his way (just to be
sure).  

11°C (51.8°F) A brilliant spring day. I bought some cages (6-inch concrete mesh) to support our tomatoes. I’ll try to put those up later today – anything to get outdoors.