|Even after the dark-purple berries have fallen off or been eaten by birds, sunlight shining through the empty pinkish-purple raceme of a pokeweed stalk is still lovely.|
Isn't it amazing how even a small amount of sunlight can improve our attitude?
That was certainly the case with me yesterday when, after a week's worth of dark, dismal, dank, dreary, drizzly and depressing days, the sun came shining through the streamside sycamores, bouncing off their white trunks, sparkling in the riffles, filling the pool near the cottage with golden light. In no time at all my spirits soared.
Moon-the-Dog and I quickly headed outside. Ruby-throated hummingbirds were zooming everywhere, squeaking like mice as they chased and defended their presumed feeder rights. Carolina wrens, as brightly energized as if you'd plugged them into a 220 line, were singing at the top of their lungs from midst of the cedar thickets. Even the zinnias alongside the walk—beaten flat by last weekend's storm—seemed to be doing their best to rise toward the vertical.
I don't even care that today's weather forecast calls for clouds and afternoon showers. I've had my needed sunlight fix. The glass is half full and I'm good to go from now until the equinox.