Where did I get the title for my previous post on this blog http://secondaryrds.com/dew-dew-dewy-day/? I had hoped that some of my friends might recognize the reference to a popular song.
Okay, the year was 1927 and that was before our time. Here’s a link to the song:
Perhaps the questions should be, “How do I know this song?”. The answer to that goes back to 1954 (approx). I had a strong mechanical curiosity (I wanted to know how things worked). I also had a paper route, which meant I had a bit of money in my pocket.
On the way home one day I came across a yard sale. For the amazing price of $2 I went home with a Victrola like this one.
What a cherrry-wood beauty it was, but that was not all. Behind the bottom doors was a collection of 78 rpm records. Yes, Dew, Dew, Dewy Day was one of them.
I have no recollection of what became of the Victrola or the records that came with it. A couple of years later, I was bringing home old radios and updating them to 1950s technology. With that came an interest in short wave radio and later Amateur Radio. Later, thanks to my older son, my interest moved into computers.
Yesterday, I saw this pair of sandhill cranes in our hay field. Later they were finding edibles on the ground as they moved about. They took their time as they alternated between watchfulness and feeding.
I don’t often see them on our land, although they are frequent visitors on the other side of the road. My first thought was turkeys, but a second look proved that wrong.
On Sunday, our granddaughter, Briana, stopped by with her boyfriend, Jared. They were in Michigan to attend a wedding. This was our first opportunity to meet Jared and we enjoyed a very nice time together.
Like so many things in life, that pleasant visit was over far too soon. Fortunately we can visit on the phone and online.
Just a few moments earlier the pink outline around those clouds was very pronounced. I walked swiftly to the office, retrieved the camera and stepped out on the front deck. The contrast was mostly gone and only a bit of it remained.
The next day, neighbor, Bonnie, asked Sylvia, “Did you see that sunset? It was outstanding!” Sometimes seconds can make a huge difference.
Yesterday, I watched a documentary on the events of 9/11. They told of people who ran errands on the way to work or were caught in traffic and didn’t get to work at the World Trade Center on time. These were the ones who escaped the horror of that day.
Or as Maxwell Smart said, “Missed it by that much.”
It also reminds of the winter I saw the feral cat we called Corporal stalking some juncos feeding on the ground. She slowly and stealthily sneaked along the path toward the birds. There was a mound of snow just before she arrived at her target. Corporal crept into place, twitched her butt a couple of times and then pounced.
As the cat leapt, the birds flew. Corporal ended up with her face buried in snow and her paws on either side of her head. The hunt wasn’t even close.
With snow-covered face, kitty gathered up her shredded dignity and strutted away.
The neighbor has harvested the wheat from the field behind us and has baled the straw. From here it look like a lot of straw.
Sunday evening, Sylvia and I were talking on the phone with our son in Omaha. The sun had just set and it was a pleasant evening. I took the phone outside and sat on our small deck to watch the fireflies. A gentle breeze kept the mosquitoes away.
In the gather gloom, I became aware of motion on the low ground. Turning my head, I saw the twin fawns and their mom. The children wanted to play. They would run and chase each other as fast as the wind.
I watched until I could no longer see them through the darkness. Then I went back inside. The fireflies kept telegraphing their messages to one another.
The garden is doing very well again this year. As a wise friend observed, “You either have too much zucchini or you didn’t plant any.” Our first try at cantaloupe is proving interesting as the single plant is trying to take over its corner of the world. Sylvia pruned it back.
There is one exception to the flourishing garden. Three times, Sylvia planted parsnips. None of those plantings developed into parsnips.
The veggie garden is doing great. We’ve been enjoying its bounty since April.
Outside my office window, lovely blossoms are keeping the pollinators busy.
In the flower garden, Stella has opened up in a most lovely way.
Last evening, I sat on the end deck enjoying the quiet spell that surrounds the end of the day. I’m not sure if I first saw the doe running or heard the ripping sound of her flight through the wheat field. Soon a younger one appeared in the hay field that was our lower lawn and she followed. They ran toward shelter. Moments later, they sauntered back. Were they thinking, “Now wasn’t that silly?” In a couple of minutes, they disappeared behind a stand of pine trees.
I hope you are enjoying the start to this summer. I am.
This spring, one fat fellow could frequently be observed grazing on the grass of our lawn.
Because this one is so shy, I have to shoot through the windows. The results are definitely degraded because of that. Sorry.
There’s another family of “charlies” living down by the road. I’ve seen the babies playing beside the ditch.
Sunday morning about a half mile from home, we saw a fox in the middle of the road. Eventually, she trotted over to the ditch and disappeared into a culvert. I’m told that foxes are plentiful in this area, but we rarely see one. One more jewel in the crown of that particular day.
The other evening as we were enjoying our evening meal, I saw a young doe on our lower lawn. This was by the row of ash trees. I did a double take as I realized she was not alone. On either side of her stood a small fawn. I wanted to capture this scene for you, so I got up and walked briskly toward the office to retrieve the camera. I hadn’t gotten through the kitchen when I heard Sylvia say, “Don’t bother. They’ve gone.”
While sitting at the breakfast table, I finished this morning’s Bible reading. Sylvia had turned on the sprinkler, but when the timer sounded I went out and shut it off. Returning to the table, I looked out at the garden and saw a chipmunk playing there. Nearer motion caught my eye as I watched a robin chase a chipmunk up a scarlet maple. I chuckled.
Turning my head, I saw a robin and a fledgling. Soon the robin flew, but the fledgling remained with the bewildered look that must be common to youngsters facing a new and very large world. He looked so precious, I went for the camera to capture a picture.
When I returned with the camera, the fledgling had moved some distance away. Evidently frightened by Sylvia as she moved the sprinkler to water the rest of the garden.
I turned my attention to the fledgling, framed my shot and . . . Sylvia walked by.
The little guy took this all in. My camera didn’t know where to focus. I just smiled.
With a gift card from Mother’s Day, Sylvia bought a deep red bearded iris. Unfortunately, I was not able to capture an image of it for a few days after she brought it home. I’m posting this to keep a promise to those whose gift of love made it possible for Sylvia to bring home this amazing example of beauty. Most of the iris around here look like this.
I’m still recovering from the latest foot surgery. That makes it difficult to spend much time in this office chair, and it is even more difficult to walk any distance. Sylvia and I are in good condition and even better spirits. Life is good.