days blend into weeks; weeks into months; months into years; and years into… Well, you get the picture.

Like water slipping through my fingers, so does time.

If I could, I’d pour each wonderful moment into a bottle and stopper it.

Then when a day comes, as they inevitably do, that my soul needs nourishment, I would  pour my blessed memory into a glass and drink the sweet nectar. Unfortunately, the closest thing I have to being able to do something like that is through my writing. And my photographs.

Sooooo, pour yourself something wonderful to sip…

Screw my medication, I am so having one of these.

… and spend some time with me as I revist May, 2018, and the bounty that played-out on my little corner of the Concord River.

During the early part of the month my American bald eagle stopped by to say hello and check out the menu. The ducks scattered, as they typically do, however, the eagle decided he would perch in the dead oak tree in my yard and wait until they came back.

Unfortunately, he was too heavy and the branch on which he settled broke and he decided to leave and try another restaurant.

He hasn’t been back since, which is fine with me because Meghan and Henry’s eggs hatched!!!!

Meghan, the proud mama.

Eight little ducklings, all in a row.

The good news is Meghan came by yesterday, and she still has eight! Who yeah!

Hey Meghan, you’re kids are getting big!!

My fingers and toes are crossed that very soon there will be more chicks running around my yard. Until then I’ll be content with the grandchildren Meghan and Henry blessed me with.

I’m still hurt that I didn’t receive an invitation to the wedding.

Mother Nature must be feeling sorry for me, what with me being cooped up in my home these last two months (see my new YouTube channel), so she sent over one of her spectacular songbirds to keep me entertained. Can you guess which one?

Nope, not the Northern cardinal.

Nope, not a female American goldfinch.

Nope, not the downy woodpeckers, although, please notice the color difference between the male (bottom) and the female (top left). The male has golden brown feathers instead of pure white! It’s going to be fun to see if he passes that mutation on to his offspring.

And, nope, not a mourning dove.

Ready to give up?

Bingo! A rose-breasted grosbeak!!!

Until this year I’ve only been able to get a scant number of photographs of rose-breasted grosbeaks and they had to be taken from well over thirty feet away. Not this year. Nope. This gorgeous fellow has been spending the past three weeks with me. He visits the sunflower feeder twice a day and gladly poses for all my photo shoots.

Bingo! A rose-breasted grosbeak!!! Way cool.

But the coolest thing about him visiting–I finally got to link a bird-call I’ve been hearing during past summers to the bird doing the singing.

You have to admit that is one sweet song.

Thank you Goddess.

The trout lily came back, which is always a welcome sight.

And (drum roll, please)… Wait for it… Almost here… Soon… Any minute now…

They’re baaaack…

…And doing what hummingbirds do best–humming and sipping-nectar.

And boy are they humming.

And sipping.

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Any day is a good day when I get to sit and watch these little emeralds of the sky.

Female ruby-throated hummingbird.

Thanks, Mom Nature.

Before I close the month of May… Oh, by the way, if you’re reading this in the United States, Happy Memorial Day… I’d like to touch on something near and dear to my heart–my writing.

The sequel to my first book is launching June 1, 2018 and is available for pre-sale on Amazon.

In June of 2016 I published The Summer of Annah: A Midsummer’s Wish.

My debut novel, The Summer of Annah: A Midsummer’s Wish.

Well, it’s two years later and, voila, the sequel, The Summer of Annah: A Labor of Love is here!

Please help a starving author who’s lost her job because of a medical disability. She doesn’t have a source of income to pay her mortgage and buy food, and if you buy her books at Amazon you’ll help to keep her off the streets and her ducks fed. (I’m honestly not trying to make you feel guilty.)

While you’re over at Amazon, you may as well pick up my other book, You Gave Me Wings.

Since you in a giving mood, you should follow me on Facebook and subscribe to my YouTube channel, and…if you’re so inclined, buy me dinner.

Blessed be:}

Disclaimer: All typos are deliberate because I’ve been working on this posting for over three hours, and I have a headache.