Thought it might be the weather. Too much rain, too many clouds. Not at all what we're accustomed to here in the Hudson Valley in June. I can only recall 2 sunny days this month. Everyone seems to be in a fog, muddled, edgy. Groaning about the weather and looking pasty and waterlogged. It's starting to feel like there will never be sun this summer. It's like at week 39 when you are convinced that your baby's never coming out and and you will go down in history as the only pregnant lady to never give birth. But we know that doesn't happen. Come hell or high water, the baby comes out. Eventually, the sun will come out too, right? And the rain will stop. I mean, it has to, doesn't it? There's no need to get superstitious or freaky or anything, is there? Still, there's talk of flooding as the rivers and streams overflow their banks. I heard it hasn't rained in Seattle in 28 days. weird
So, I talked myself off the ledge at the end of the world, and chalked my mood up to a temporary vitamin D deficiency.
In an attempt to think happy thoughts, I decided to peek at the baby birds. I'd noticed that mama bird had flown off, so I climbed the porch railing, stood on tippy toes, leaned over, and saw...
a large, panting featherless scaly reptilian thing. Almost prehistoric looking, barely bird-like... oh no not more birdie trauma... Enormous in the nest, laying across the four small still unhatched eggs. What is that thing?? I jumped off the railing, my heart pounding, a feeling of revulsion in the pit of my stomach.
So now I'm feeling weird again. Things aren't right. They feel unnatural. Something bad is gonna go down.
Then this morning I notice that my hydrangeas have bloomed. Blue. Like the color of a clear sky. And I look up...
Do my eyes deceive me? Am I hallucinating? Is that the sun?? But the forecast called for five more days of rain. Maybe it's a sign. A sign that everything's gonna be ok. That all is right in the world. Or at least in my world. As right as can be expected. Just that little bit of sunshine cleared out my brain and gave me hope. For a minute. Then the clouds rolled back in and the rain began to fall. It was a trick. A ha ha I fooled you nature kind of trick.
Nature thumbing her nose at me.
Floods. Gross mutant bird frogs. I guess I'll just prepare myself for what might be coming next.