So many new flowers are blooming in all this rain.  Even the “prairie” is starting to flower.  Another hollyhock from last year just bloomed, and the veg garden is full of coreopsis (?) that came up from compost seeds.  And yay, finally my nasturtiums are budding out.

Yesterday, my son observed the first hummingbirds to visit the feeders I just put up for the season.  Always a big event for us.  Of course Misu camps out right beneath, but I doubt even the ferocious hunter can match their speed.  She settles for terrorizing a family of wrens out back.

Today it’s Shavuot, the festival between Pesach and Sukkot.  I’m trying to feel festive, but my 99-year-old Aunt Bernice just died, so there’s that.  On the other hand, my grandkids just came to town for the summer, one of the rare chances I’ll get to see them.  Lots of mixed emotions.  As with all things in life, you grab it while you can, before the next transition.