Good Ol' Summertime

I am laying back in the warm bubbles of the jacuzzi with my head resting on the edge between the pool. My relaxation is only interrupted by my dog's furry steps around my head and his quick lick of love on my face. It's a wonderful summer twilight. . . I watch the hummingbirds chase and dodge one another around the feeder, each wanting to get the prime seat of sweetness. It's amazing that a creature so tiny and fragile appearing has such dogged determination. Even when they rest in the nearby tree branches, their feet steadfastly cling to the branch that bobbles wildly in the breeze. It's as if they are surfers on the mighty waves! Yet, nothing deters their birds eye view of things, and quickly they come again to feed before nighttime falls. . .

I still am enjoying my upward view and now catch the yellow bellied wild parrots passing overhead. I usually hear their squawking conversation with their mates, but tonight they seem content to just fly side by side each other. I am drawn into a dejavu moment as I lay back. I am only 5 years old and laying down in our grassy backyard in Denver, Colorado. I loved peering up into the blue sky. I would imagine that I had a ladder and would climb to the biggest cloud. But it would seem that the more I climbed, the more the blue sky would come between me and the cloud, so I would have to give up, close my eyes and just float back down . . .

Once again, I'm back to reality with Goldyn's licks reminding me of my true whereabouts. Ah, there is nothing like good ol' summertime and enjoyment of all of it's pleasures and memories . . .