Morning has broken

Yesterday, the temperature began to climb and the forecast for the week is more of the same. Last week, it was cool enough to wear a light sweater in the morning and it made me look forward to autumn.

I took these photos early this morning as I sat outside enjoying a cup of coffee on the patio out back.

 

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
~Author Unknown

 

 

The hummingbirds were scarce this morning but I managed to capture a few shots before the sun became too strong.

 

 

The feeder I purchased just last month is not working now, so yesterday I put up an old gnarly plastic one we use as a spare. Don’t judge me on the red dye. I’m trying to use up a jug that I was given.

 

 

I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time.

~Emily Dickinson

 

 

A white-breasted nuthatch jumps along the roof line of the breakfast nook. I could hear him before I saw him. And I say him because I believe this is a male.

Listen to white-breasted nuthatch (scroll down to ‘identification’/click play)

 

 

This is where I was sitting on the back patio when I took the photos in this post. You can see George in the background at the top left, sitting in his spot under the dogwood tree. To the left of the chair, you can also see my husband’s contraption made of tree limbs screwed into tree stumps. It serves two purposes: it holds up the center wire for the bird feeder, and it provides lots of perches for the birds.

Lastly, if you’re wondering why I’m home it’s because I’ve taken a leave of absence from work to care for my husband. He’s holding his own and I’m leaving it at that for now.

Here comes the sun ~