It’s been a rough week. I came down with a cold, but that’s nothing. I’ve been thinking about and praying for my Uncle Hector who is battling Cancer. Last night I spent the night at Devils Lake. I woke up early, with a sore throat and runny nose. I kissed Kayleen and headed home. I thought about my parents who left their home in Tennessee for Corpus Christi, TX last night. I made a quick stop at the gas station on the corner of Round Lake Hwy and US 223. The golfers across the street at the Devils Lake Golfcourse were laughing. The world didnt seem to care that my uncle is taking his last breaths of life. I drove on and stopped at Hidden Lake Gardens. A friend asked me to stop by to pick up two Paw Paw trees that she had get rid of. While there I decided to go for a walk. I walked through the demonstration garden. I walked through the Conifer Collection. I walked around Hidden Lake. It was early and the dew was still on the flowers. I’m glad I had my camera. I walked through the Arid House and thought of my Uncle Hector. The dry desert plants always make me think of Texas. While walking through the Hosta Hillside I stopped to listen to the water coming down the man made cascade of rocks. I looked up and saw a small yellow bird. It wasnt a goldfinch. What was it? I looked closer. It was a Hooded Warbler….the first Hooded Warbler I have ever seen. It flew away. I walked on. My cold was telling me to go home. I picked up the Paw Paw trees and headed back to Tecumseh. There was work to be done at home. My goal for the day was to trim the bushes around the house. It took most of the day, but I’m glad it’s done. The yard looks good to me. I cleaned the birdbath. I put seed in the feeders. I took a shower, ate some soup and fell asleep on the couch for three hours. The cool night air coming through the window feels good. Tomorrow I will call my parents to check on Uncle Hector.
The Heron 