A family or two of Eastern Bluebirds kept me company as I brushed out our laneway yesterday. They were feasting on wild grapes as well as other types of fruit bearing vines and bushes. While foraging, they chatted among themselves with melodic little twitters. I thoroughly enjoyed their company. In the afternoon they had a refreshing dip in my old and battered birdbath. I have three newer and larger ones including one with a floating solar fountain. But my birds prefer the textured footing provided by the smaller cement and aggregate stone bath. The customer is always right!
Earlier in the week I had a short trip. I don't mean the kind involving a suitcase and transport. I mean the kind where you find yourself suddenly sprawled out on a hard floor and wondering if you've broken any bones. The toe of a sandal balked at the small threshold of my back porch. The rest of my body continued eagerly forward. A split second later, I was down. First instinct was to check if anyone was watching. There was not. Second thought was if I'd broken anything. I had not. There was only a very light scuff on one knee. I scrambled up and carried on, with a mental note to slow down (and to retire my sandals until Spring). No soreness at all. Until the next morning. My left ankle, right hand pinky and right side of my rib cage all grumbled that they'd been mistreated. On the third day, still minor complaints from those areas. On the fourth day -- felt like it never happened. Funny thing, I did not even sustain a bruise but it appears a seventy-something year old body does not like even a minor fall. So it was a safety advisory -- Slow down and pick your feet up, old girl!
