It seems that Spring is quickly giving way to Summer here: bright baking sunlight, open windows, short sleeves, driving with the car windows rolled down...
Since it is high desert, it means that the nights are still quite cool. I feel kind of schizophrenic putting on my space heater and humidifier before bed, but Sedona has taught me again and again that nature is vast enough to contain contradictions.
The other day I was marveling at the morning sun when I heard a familiar birdsong behind me. A beautiful little Goldfinch had landed on a tree near me. Oooh, aaah! I was so busy cooing that I almost didn't notice him flying away. Such magical movement! I had to laugh at myself. I grew up in Iowa, where these are the official state bird. I think common enough for me that I didn't take much notice of them. But when I lived in New York and New Jersey, their contrast to their environment really stopped me in my tracks. Here in Sedona, they seem like little angels.
I was wondering about their migration pattern and why I hadn't seen them in a while. Then I did a little research on line and learned that they changed their plumage with the seasons. So, this little birdie was wearing his Summer frock. I guess no one told him the fashion rule about waiting for Easter.
Like him, I am already to call it "Summer." See you outside!
