Ah, yes... amour, amour.
I discovered, once more, that I have a second batch of babies in our wee birdhouse, an unexpected surprise since it's so late in the summer. In the years since we've lived here, I don't recall ever having two sets of birthings in one season like this. I guess I should have been suspicious when upon looking out my kitchen window I caught a set of chickadees fornicating on the fence a while back. It happened so fast there wasn't even time for a cigarette before he took off, leaving her to wonder if he'll ever call again. Hmmph. Typical. I will give him some credit though... he's come back to help put food on the table, so I guess it's all good in the end.
The days are already getting shorter and it won't be long before our tardy summer will come to a close. I was never good with that transition. I'd prefer it stay spring/ summer for the entire year except for 2 weeks around Christmas. Then I want snow! Funny how even with living in this beautiful area we're never satisfied. Actually, if truth be told, I would vote for 4 seasons over 2... I just don't like extremes either way.
Lately it's been hard to concentrate on all the good stuff rather than focusing on the negative. There is a general malaise that has blanketed much of the world (outside of La-la land where they continue to operate in an opulent otherworld) while everyone holds their breath waiting for the other shoe to fall. And I get that. There is a feeling of hopelessness for so many and that uncertainty wears on you. I envy those who are perpetual optimists; I don't know how to do that as I'm too much of a realist. Still, I wish I had that gift to always see the good in it all. Something to strive towards I suppose.
So, on that note, keep looking up. :-) I'll try do the same!
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