Today is a perfect day. 75 degrees and sunny. For the first time in three weeks, I don't have to work on Saturday. I am sitting outside writing about wine and watching this symphonic play of wildlife in my front yard. For a moment, I can forget about oil spills and chemical dispersants and enjoy the chirruping of:
There was even a ruby-throated hummingbird who took a sniff at the seed feeders before buzzing away.
I can also hear the rattling of a chipmunk in the storm drain and a gray squirrel is hopping here and there, no doubt wondering how to get to the seed, though I am ten feet from the feeder.
If you think that sounds pretty good, wait till you get a load of my sandwich!
I believe I'll pour a glass of Chardonnay. There may even be a cigar in my near future.
All is well with the world.