Good morning, dear multi-colored and multi-faceted starfish! I have missed you as you shine your light over and under water. I hope these late spring days (we call it summer here in the short season of the Upper Peninsula) find you less constrained and more hopeful than in the past year or so.
I uploaded these pictures with an underwater theme over a week ago. And then…hmmm…couldn’t think of any words to write. Not even an underwater bubble arose from the depths to share.
Until a magical mystery unfolded last night. There are no pictures to illustrate this true story, so let your imagination illuminate, please.
I water our newly-planted carrot seeds. Heat drenches the nearby poplars, maple, and oak in hazy after dinner ambiance. Soil dusts itself in our near-drought conditions. The little itty bitty seeds need moisture to sprout, so the cold hose water obliges in rainbow evening light.
When–suddenly–what appears? A green and red glint of a hummingbird. And he frolics–yes frolics!–in the hose spray. He shakes his sweet wings. He dips and dives in the cold water like a Weeki Wachee mermaid. He puddles down in the mud and picks seeds (not the carrots, thankfully). I move the spray and he chases the water like a thirsty heat-crazed imp, circling round and round with unbridled glee.
What fun! What relief! And what magic to watch a hummingbird underwater in the hose spray, soaking up beloved moisture.
Then this morning I scurried downstairs to find an onion in the food room. What to my wandering eyes doth appear–but a black bear standing outside the basement sliding door. Yes, I admit I flashed on tales of grizzly bears breaking into Rocky Mountain cabins, but this fella–and I blush to type the words–only lifted his leg and peed before wandering into the woods. Barry called, “Hey, bear!” and the furry guy glanced back askance and waddled further into the poplars, maple and oak.
I figured he had to pee to fit into the theme of this blog post, although it’s a little challenging to figure out the underwater connection.
Speaking of getting out from underwater–today is Barry’s last day of work! Yes he retires today after 42 years at our local newspaper, the L’Anse Sentinel. He’ll be as happy as a hummingbird frolicking in hose spray come tomorrow.
All is well with us. I drove downstate last month to visit all my kith and kin. First visit in 18 months! It was so lovely to see everyone again–and my mom and I zipped all over the Thumb of Michigan chatting and hugging everyone, vaccinated or un.
It feels like emerging on the surface of a pond after being underwater for a long time. No, you’re right, the covid may not be over yet. But I trust that the vaccine is helping to ease our virus concern. Even though the vaccine does not totally eliminate our chances of getting sick, it sure mitigates it, and I’m grateful. The statistics suggest we can paddle above water now, at least some of us.
Are you perching on a rock above water now, or still enjoying the rocks beneath the surface? Are you refreshed or sodden? Treading water or rejuvenated?
Are you cavorting and playing in unexpected magical moments, keeping your eyes open for them, even as life challenges us with waves, lightning, storms?
Are you skipping stones or sitting still admiring them?
Wishing you all a fine week enjoying the gifts of water, dear unique and beautiful starfish!