Last night I was listening to the Brewer’s game on the radio, they were losing, so as the sun sank behind the foothills I went out on the patio to see what was going on. We’ve been watching a small lizard a lot of the summer that’s been hanging out in our back yard, fairly reliably, basking on some rocks in the evenings and mornings, we call him Larry (with no idea if it’s the same lizard all the time or what sex the lizard is, but we like alliteration).
We hadn’t seen Larry for a few weeks and were a bit worried, but he was back last night, basking on the rocks and enjoying the remaining heat. I sat down to watch him. Meanwhile a calliope hummingbird was buzzing around, grabbing sips of nectar out of the feeder. Bees were hanging out in my selvia and grabbing pollen and I occasionally felt a light breeze.
Larry started making moves, but kept aborting, deciding the rocks were the best spot to be. Another hummingbird tried for some nectar and a fight broke out, I could hear their beaks hitting each other. The bees were oblivious to it all.
It was a peaceful 20 minutes or so, watching the smallest of creatures as they did their thing in an environment I cultivated for them. And to be honest, it’s the most calm I’ve felt in a long time. I’m starting to get some equilibrium back and it’s been a welcome change.