REALITY?: Balance

The bluebirds finally nest within a house we built.  That pestering squirrel, perhaps the heavy rain through a neglected roof forces them away.

Peach trees promising breaking harvests with an overdose of bright pink blossoms.  Frosts predicted for the nights and every morning I wake up to check, my breath held for the moment and released in a flow of unneeded worry.

The hummingbirds are back.  No counterweight on my mind here; they are dependable.

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