Here On the Deck

A quiet morning with the promise of some warmer temperatures later in the day.  For now I am content to be here on the deck, glad in the cool stillness, waiting for the hummingbirds.  

The flowers have been chosen specifically to invite them.  

I'll soon be joined by some chipmunks no doubt.  Yesterday, there was one along the pathway to the bunkie that, if I didn't know better, I would swear he recognized me from last fall.  Didn't scurry away in a panic, but stopped and came back a little towards me while I promised him peanuts if he visited me on the deck.

I haven't been out in the kayak yet.  

The water is so low that my launching spot at the dock needs some adjustment.  And I want to clear out the driftage before I set that up.  But this morning would have been perfect for it.  Maybe later.  For now I'm happy, just here on the deck.  It's a good way to start the day.  Not needing anything.  Not wanting anything.  Just being here, on the deck.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul,

like a weaned child with its mother;

like a weaned child I am content.

Psalm 131:2

It's not quite warm enough yet for me to set up my work station here outside.  So I'll go inside, refill my teacup, and try to get at a few things on the list.  But I'll be back.  

And, oh yeah!  It's Friday!  So happy that.