The Perfect Evening
It is the perfect evening to sit on the back porch and enjoy the sights and sounds of the Lakehouse. Even the birds are savoring this spring evening. Their songs, so plentiful that it is difficult to distinguish one from another. There are Cardinals, Chickadees, Nuthatches, Tufted Titmouses, Red-Winged Black Birds, Cow Birds, Eastern Tohees, Mourning Doves, Gold Finches, Bud the Sandhill Crane, Sparrows, and Woodpeckers at the feeder. And not to be forgotten, the Loons, Canada Geese, and various ducks are calling from the lake below.
The cats, Mini and Laila, accompany me. I am certain they will be exhausted tonight, as they are diligent in their attention to the birds, and the first chipmunk of the year. Laila quivers and chirps back at the birds. Oh, what might fill her dream tonight! Mini races back and forth following the chipmunk’s path. The chipmunk, intuitively, knows he safe, and is enjoying tormenting poor Mini. They all make me smile and laugh.
There is something timeless about a night like this. The stresses of the day are far from consciousness, the worries for tomorrow non-existent. Only the moment, this very moment, matters. This moment so rich, so full of life, love, and beauty, fill me up, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
And so, I have remained upon the back porch long enough for the day birds to roost for the night. A chorus of spring peepers, whip-poor-wills, and other night birds welcome the night with a different song. Tom Turkey is gobbling his last few gobbles, the loons are crying their mournful tune, and the geese are settling in with a few last honks. The sun set an hour ago, the air is cooling, and I know it is time to go. But I do not. How does one end the perfect evening? Perhaps, I could sit here, for just a few more moments.
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