“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast that it invented romance.” Bern Williams
Starting off in the month of June is like starting off on the first day of a holiday and knowing that there are days and days to follow just like this one. Because all that warm sunny weather in July and August and September is still to come and winter is far, far away. It’s also the month of the property tax bill, but I’ve already paid that just to get it over with and make the interval from now until the next one that much longer. And the longer daylight of this month is maybe the best thing about it. Going to work in the daylight and coming home in the daylight – wow. Makes me feel like work is not the only thing I did while the sun was shining.
There are birds in the bird house, seeds in the bird feeder, nuts and things in that little tray for the squirrel and green leaves on the tree. A big black crow has taken a liking to the squirrel food and the squirrel is not amused. It can get a little noisy out there.
And speaking of noisy, I was finally able to snap a picture of my elusive magpie, hopping about on the garage roof screeching magpie expletives at me. There’s a reason why it’s called wildlife.
Sparkly shingles are not his natural habitat, although he does spend a lot of time up there pretending to be severely pissed off. It’s actually my roof buddy, you need to get over yourself. And come down to the ground where I can get a decent shot of your mad little face.
“And let them pass, as they will too soon,
With the bean-flowers’ boon,
And the blackbird’s tune,
And May, and June!”
Well, I’m off to flip over all the calendars. Be still my heart. Have a perfectly beautiful June kind of day.