cooler morning

ravenous travelers

a bit overgrown, but inviting

my lucky day

 

As dawn arrived,  I became aware of a distant jet plane ----no, it was the sound  of a great cloud of buzzing hummers jockeying to get a place on the feeder. They were arriving as I watched. Some were so exhausted that they thrust their bill into the port and collapsed. I thought one had died, but he recovered. They had been pushed in ahead of the cold front that finally made it through here. 

After a long, hot summer and  imprisonment due to Issac and West Nile Virus, I was going to be able to take a walk without fear of mosquitoes.

The native persimmon in our drive was glowing with the morning sun, and the grassy roads were beckoning.

Looking down I found an old horseshoe partly embedded in the gravel----it is indeed a lucky day!