Gentle readers, I just happen to fancy windchimes and Hummingbirds. That doesn’t make me a sissy does it?
I’ll tell ya what else I fancy. I fancy butterflies and flowers. I also fancy little babies and a soft summer night with lots of stars. There’s something about those things that I fancy that seem to have a calming affect over me. Of course I like my ponies and my Harley but they are a little different as I have a certain amount of control over them.
My mother was in the Sundown Garden Club when I was a lad and in the summer, even before my brother and I rose in the early morning hours to get to our summer jobs, we could hear the water from the hose hitting the flowers in the flower bed beneath our window. Yep, mom was already up and at it watering all her flowers that she so loved. I had no intrest in flowers at the time. She tried to tell me that a lot of the Texas Tech football players were also into growing flowers because she knew that football was my game. I’m thinking. “How in the heck does she know if Tech football players like flowers?” I suspected it was a ruse to get me to take a positive intrest in things of the floral family. It didn’t work. It didn’t work until I finally matured and remembered how nice it was to always have flowers around the house and in the house during the summer months.
We also had a honeysuckle vine growing up a lattice work leading into our kitchen and sure “nuff,” those Hummingbirds found their way across that desolate Mesquite covered prairie to our kitchen entrance. I grew fond of those little birds mostly for their seemingly resolve to just do whatever they needed to do. There always seemed to be a cat wanting to devour any and all of them. I don’t think we ever lost a one. The Hummingbirds usually don’t arrive here at the O-NO until July and I’m always surpirsed when one flies right up to the feeder on the back deck as I’m sitting there having a little rest.
I do have lots of flowers around the place in the summer months. Ahhhh ... summer is almost here. I’ve been spraying weeds, mowing weeds, and haven’t had to water much with all the rain we have gotten.
I happen to enjoy writing this column when I have anything to say at all. I thank you for taking time out of your day to read it. I’m really not a big sissy, I’m just a gentle old geezer finding my way through “geezerhood” and I’m liking it.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, raise a fist for freedom and the constitution and I’ll c y’all, all y’all. ❖