Friday, August 24, 2012

You can Run

But you can't hide. Fall is upon us, calendar or no. The goldenrod is barely in bloom, but the nights are chilly, mornings are sweatshirt cool, and the fog is thick as eggplant sauce. The air rings with the calls of blue jays and black-capped chickadees and the dogs are getting furry.

This week I thought the hummers were gone, wrote mental poetry to their absence, and was saddened by the lack. 

They don't usually leave without saying goodbye at the window but sometimes......

They are the court jesters of the summer porch, always clowning around and squabbling like a litter of puppies. I cleaned the feeders day before yesterday and during the hours that they were down the birds seemed to vanish. The feeders glistened in the sun, the wasps partook, but no crazy little buzz bombs whizzed and zoomed among the geraniums. It troubled me. I am a hater of winter....don't know why I live here in the frozen spaces....and I am in no way ready for anything about it, especially the shrouding of all the windows in dense, dull plastic, cutting me off from out there as surely as death.

Then yesterday noon, just one came back. I willed it to come over close to comfort me one last time......and lo and behold it did! It really did! I wished it would fly over and hover in front of me as they sometimes do and within seconds there it was. 

We contemplated one another for a moment, me in my old red chair, it suspended between beating wings like a feathered pocketbook on a strap or a heavy waisted bumblebee.It was a know the kind I mean.

It made good and sure that I saw it and knew that it had come because I asked and then was off about its business.

This morning at dawn they were back as if they had never left. I will savor every feather as long as time allows me.


Woodswalker said...

This is the kind of moment that will be a star on the map of your memory. How beautifully you have documented the magic with your words!

Ruth said...

We had a group here buzzing feeders over the weekend (and sniping at each other). Haven't seen any since though.

Shirley said...

Love the way you write. Really nice photo of the hummer.

Rev. Paul said...

It was 43 here this morning, with lots of condensation on the windows. Your narrative & pics make mine look sad, though. :)

Little Home In The Country said...

Yes, we feel it, too here in Alberta. I was EVER so grateful that I fully closed up the greenhouse last night. it was so cold in the evening, I could see my breath. The chill that is felt in spite of the temps and the calendar is unmistakeable...

Cathy said...

Poetry. Poetry. Poetry.

That line - "They don't usually leave without saying goodbye at the window . . "

Stop already. I'm cryn' here.

Then you toss off " . . a feathered pocketbook on a strap" !!

Big smile. Great metaphor.

Wow. Kudos to a fellow winter-hater.

Cathy said...

BTW. Could that picture of the hummer silhouetted by a diminished sun be any better for your purpose here?

No. I almost missed it for drowning in the poetry.

Terry and Linda said...

That photo, the first one, is AMAZING! I know just how you feel. I watch and make sure they are here every morning and every evening. I, too, hate to see them leave.


farmlady said...

I have come over from Throwback at Trapper Creek and love your blog.
We are in the throngs of summer heat in the Northern California Foothills and would love any signs of winter right now.
Your interlude with the hummingbird is touching. Love your writing.
I will follow you.

Floridacracker said...

I know the kind.

Sweet read, 3Collie.
No sign of fall here unless you count the increase in tropical storms.

threecollie said...

WW, thank you as always for your kind words. They mean a lot to me.

Ruth, they were back in force yesterday. Alan suggested that the cool temp are keeping them torpid some was warmer yesterday.

Shirley, thanks! They are such a delight!

Rev. Paul, thanks, your narrative is more than fine and I enjoy it every day. lol

Little Home, welcome to Northview! I don't know about you, but I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around the changing of the season this year...just not ready.

Cathy, you are so kind to me! It really makes my day. Thank you!

Linda, thanks! Same isn't complete if I don't spend a few minutes on the porch watching them. Soon I will have to block that door completely. I dread it.

Farm Lady, welcome aboard and thanks so much for visiting! And thank you so much for your kind words...they mean a lot to me.

FC, thanks! I am hoping and praying that those storms stay away this year!