Mockingbird

It was warm this afternoon.

When we came home from walking I sat out on the deck.

I sat in the sun with my book.

I had put some raisins out for Robin and much to my delight Mockingbird came.

I have missed Mockingbird.

He found the raisins.
I will set out two bowls from now on.

I have seen him in the cemetary when we walk.

It seems a long time ago when Mockingbird called my backyard his home. It seems a long time ago when we were friends.
I am so pleased he came and was not afraid.

I do hope he is a regular visitor.
I do hope we can be friends again.

I am a lounge chair scientist.
I love the microbes.

Most days are ponytail days.
I like the ease of a ponytail.

It is too early to do much in the gardens.
So while I relax in the late Winter sun
I am telling myself stories.
I imagine my Tall-grass Prairie as the
land of myth.

I have begun to study Wales.
I have begun my armchair travels.

I do believe
I could have been,
( in some distant past life)
a Little Welsh Cowgirl.