it's a sticky, damp, peaceful and noisy day depending on what gets your attention . work is being done on the leaky skylights at last, men climbing up and down ladders, hammering up a storm. a weed whip and a silly little speedboat compete for loudest contraption. shouts from the bridge, followed by shrieks and splashing. every now and then those cranky geese explode into "i want it all for me"outbursts.
there's a great breeze. water rolls in in long streams of deep blue satin. summer in full swing.
the tiny garden just outside my windows is glittering and glimmering with butterflies and hummers. a lovely serene place to rest your eyes. and i know if i could get closer i'd be able to hear the whir of their wings and their sharp little territorial chirps.
