Wild turkeys gabbling loudly on the hillside in the mornings.
buzzing the feeders all day long and wood thrushes calling from their
hiding places in the woods--but no sign of the blue-gray gnatcatchers'
emerging from the soil, molting, and starting their summer racket in
the treetops, members of the massive 17-year emergence that will soon
fill the woods with a sound like hungry chainsaws.
Rhododendrons we planted as bare sticks a decade ago producing masses of showy flowers today.
Columbine blossoms in the front garden nodding next to wild daisies and dandelions.
kind neighbor tilling up our garden, and all those leggy tomato and
pepper plants making their way out of the greenhouse and into the
A yard that needs mowing and, afterward, sweet corn waiting in the kitchen and the Cleveland Indians on the radio.
Feels like home.