Two fishermen (for Rob and Jim)

Sunflower greets the Sunday morning

We were not early, but with the humidity low the air felt almost cool. There was a briskness to our walk as we headed east.

At the top of the last hill we noted two of the fishermen were heading our direction down the side street. And we glanced back at them as they made their way down the street, across the field, through the ditch, past the playing fields and on to the river.

Two fishermen

Two boys lumber down the street
and across the dew-wet grass
in the brightness of the morning
juggling bucket and tackle and pole
to fish the Leon.


We walked the dirt road to stretch our legs, knowing it was too late for deer.

Half-way down the road I saw a hummingbird hovering over the cedars.

The dried grass is flattening out, through the weight of animals passing over or the beating of recent rains.

I showed DH the "tomato" fruit of the silver-leaf nightshade. He, not fond of vegetables, is also not surprised to find the tomato has poisonous cousins. [I neglect to tell him the potato is also a relative.]

The only new "tracks" noticed today were the castings of earthworms in the cracking earth. Everything seems to be calling for rain and the rain is promised for this afternoon.

We hugged the shade as much as we could on our way back up the street.

Earthworm castings

Sunday morning count:

6 cars
1 motorcycle
2 helicopters (go figure)
5 dogs barking (4 near, 1 far)
3 cats outside (one tuxedo, 2 tortoiseshell)
2 cats in the window (Mohawk dog's house)
2 fishermen

In the park:

one car
three crows
one hummingbird

[For any concerned about the photo of the fishermen: I made sure to be at a distance where their identity could not be discerned, but we could catch their progress.]