Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I can easily understand why summer days are called “lazy” days. True, it’s not officially summer yet, but the woods already have that feel to it. I have no high dramas to report, no more foxes barking in the driveway, no unusual birds to identify. I haven’t seen any new fawns yet this year, though barely a morning passes without seeing at least a few deer. This morning Dog spotted several far up on a slope and was hoping to give chase, despite the leash and me on the end of it.
Summer’s lazy days are more than just a natural reaction to higher temperatures. The local birds are nesting, so they are quieter and less obvious than was typical earlier in the year or even in winter. The deer that have fawns are keeping them close and not bringing them out into the open where instinct tells them that danger lurks. The spring flowers that were so brilliant just a week or so ago are already fading or being overwhelmed by the amount of non-flowering greenery that grows ever taller and ever thicker.
The woods are quieting, the drama of spring diminishing, the drama of fall yet far away.