So-Cal Season's Report - Unsolicited

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Just having fun with local seasonal happenings.

Submitted: July 15, 2019

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So-Cal Season's Report - Unsolicited

{aka - Southern California Season's Report, USA, - Unsolicited}

This year of 2019 is already into summer and it has reached out with its unrelenting fangs to drain the last drop of hydration from by being. Some may like it hot, but as for me, I prefer the other seasons, especially spring.

And speaking of spring, it brought pleasant surprises this season. With unusually heavy rains during late winter into the start of spring, we have wildflowers galore.

Flowering plant showed up in my yard that I didn't know that we planted, anywhere.

I have a sneaky suspicion the birds may have had something to do with those seed plantings. But I'm not one for pointing fingers, and besides, they don't pay much attention when I scold them. Well, the Towhees do but they just scold right back; they are a feisty lot.

 

Spring brought some young hummingbirds to out yard this year, I think they are a Mr. and Mrs., --- maybe.

I was looking out our sliding glass door from the air-conditioned safety of my front room when I noticed two hummingbirds approaching.

 

My wife hangs little brightly-colored flags on the glass door so that the birds don't mistake the glass reflection for a yard, and crash into it.

 

Anyway, the two Hummings were just hanging in air, right next to one another, and they seemed to be looking at one of Penny's flags that had a big red flower printed on it.

It was as if I could hear them talking to one another, saying, "It sure looks like a flower!" --- "No, flowers aren't that flat and they don't wave in the breeze, they flutter." --- "Well, let's taste it and see!" --- "I'm not locking that, you lick it!" --- I'm not licking it! Let's just bump it and see if it moves like a flower."

Well, that is exactly what one did and as soon as they were satisfied that it was a fake, then they flew off in search of something more to their liking.

I was sure I would see more of our new neighbors due to the abundance for flowers that were cropping up, and I was right.

 

Despite the heat, I venture out in the cooler part of the morning to check, and if needed, clean the birdbath. And as I looked in the bathing bowl I see a little Bee soaked to the point of lifelessness.

So I slide my hand into the water and under the little bee body, then I lifted one finger very close to the bee. I'm sure all he saw was a stick to cling to, and so he did, for dear life.

Once the water drained from the backside of my ever-lifting hand, the bee began to move a little.

"Ah, --- it Lives!" I happily told myself. Then I thought, "Now, what am I going to do with it?"

At this point I could see the little guy, cleaning stuff and fluttering wings in anticipation of dry-wing flight, But he didn't seem to be willing to take off.

"Aren't they dry enough?" I quietly asked.

The bee fluttered them again.

"How about I blow on them with my warm breath?" I asked half jokingly. And then I thought, "Why Not!" So I did.

Well there I was, as silly a sight as anyone would want to see.

I was standing by the birdbath, blowing on a bee that was clinging to my finger, and it dawned on me; I just had breakfast and I'm sure my breath will not be this Bee’s happiest memory, if bees have that sort of memory. So I stopped blowing.

At that instant the Bee tested it's wings again. "Huston we have Lift-Off  and Honeybee-One is a GO!" I said to myself as the little bee-body took flight.

I guess my breakfast-breath did the trick, or convinced the Bee that there were more fragrant places in this world.

Whichever the case, I felt good about our little encounter and the fact the Bee was more concerned with staying alive than perceiving me as a threat.

I don't know what possessed me to tell my wife about the Bee encounter, but I did in passing.

So now when she sees a bee floundering in the birdbath water, well, she comes and fetches me. --- Me and my big mouth!

 

 

JE Falcon

07-13-2019


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