We didn’t work yesterday. The sunrise was promising.
We were pleased to discover the return of the luna moth when we went outside. Until we moved to Hippy Hill, I’d never seen one. I read Barbara Kingsolver’s Prodigal Summer the first year we lived here. The luna moth appeared in the novel at about the same time it appeared on HH; a happy coincidence.
My husband grilled, while I potted annuals. We looked toward the trees and saw a visitor devouring day old bread bought for the crows. He wasn’t at all disturbed by our presence or the opening and closing of the screen door.
My husband was awed by the sight of the stillness of the hummingbird outside the window last evening. He’d never seen one at rest before.