June Day

There is a lot of truth in the words of the poets who write on and on about “June Days.”

Our world is fresh and green, filled with blossoms and the intoxicating scent of roses and lilies. Soft breezes stir the grasses and leaves and I am inclined to sit and contemplate the scene --- My camera rests forgotten at my side while I simply revel in the beauty surrounding me.
Chipmunks seem delighted with the day, taking time from stuffing their cheek pouches to run in circles through the grasses. Gray squirrels, Red Squirrels, Mourning Doves, Robins, Chipping Sparrows, Crows and Cardinals all search through the grasses for seeds.
Overhead there is a nearly constant sound of the wing beats of hummingbirds as they circle between the feeders and tall spikes of columbine or foxgloves. I hear small sounds from fluff-ball chickadees growing in a nest their parents built in one of the houses we hung this spring.
In the meadow, the hen turkey has brought her chicks – I am having difficulty counting them since their heads barely show above the grass – I think there are about 12 or 14 chicks. They scurry here and there, waddling after a beetle, checking the flavor of a wild strawberry, tipping head over heels over a hidden bramble.

Ah – June --- I find contentment in this June Day