I've had a technical glitch in this introduction. I had a whole lot more to say about our lovely contributor today, but for some reason my fussy computer refused to add it.
Reading this is is exposure to our lovely contributor's unique style of writing.
I know you'll enjoy it, and be glued to the page. She's a sweet talkin' writer, alright, and such an observer of life around her!
New scents, sounds, the cool breeze as it dances ‘cross my skin. Not only did I see the dawnin’, I tasted its sweetness ‘pon my tongue. Felt it in the soul of my very bein’. As light began to creep ‘cross the horizon ‘n brighten up the skyline, the lil female hummer came to greet me g’day. I take great delight in our early mornin’ visits, ‘fore the rest seem to rise. So intimate, her hoverin’ inches from my face. The only sound the beatin’ of her tiny wings. The way the faint light makes her wings appear translucent…
A poor lifeless body, a wee hatchlin’ dove, jest startin’ to get feathers lay inches from it’s nest. My heart breakin’ as I gently picked it up ‘n gave it a proper burial.
The Desert Willow’s begun to grace us with her blooms. A delicate pink ‘n one of the hummers ‘n bees favorites it seems. Bright, orangey red blossoms’ve started to tease on the trumpet vine as well. This keeps my wee feathered friends from comin’ up to the feeders much, as the sweet nectar that nature provides calls to ‘em.
Don’t’ reckon it matters much, coz it appears I’ve made sugar addicts outta the sparrows ‘n red house finches as well. They’d ne’er bothered the feeders ‘til this past year, when the beautiful yellow tanagers appeared ‘n spring ‘n stayed through fall. It took one female finch most’ve the summer to figure out how to bounce ‘pon the feeder jest right so’s it spill ‘long the edges. The others watched in fascination, but couldn’t quite get the hang of such a feat…’til this year. Quiet comical to watch ‘em do such ‘n mercy at the fights that ensue.
The sparrows’ve not much competition at the moment, the blessin’ of all the rains’ve sent the wildflowers, cacti ‘n thistles into full bloom.
A vast buffet laid forth, jest as Mother Nature intended.
It’s a feast fer the eyes ‘n soul as well after many years’f drought.