Monday morning. Don't feel like spraying for ants and weeding, nor going to the antique booth. So what to do? Well, I still have to do all those things and more, but I sit on the porch reading Tesla's theories about the ether and magnetic forces. More about that later. But, I must have ADH because the squirrels and baby birds and ducks, goslings and ducklings are just too cute.
Then, I spy a large water turtle in the upper left corner of the picture next to the porch corner (feel free to fiddle with the picture as I just don't know how to on my iPhone or computer.) The neighbors don't garden much and are putting in a new bed next to their porch. Mrs. Turtle has other ideas. She is working hard to dig out her nest to lay a clutch of eggs. I can't concentrate and I am getting whiplash from trying to read and watch her, afraid I'll miss the big moment (I did.)
She moved down the slope slower than I've ever seen a turtle move. Hard work I guess. I surmise she had been covering them up. She got down to the lake finally and plopped in the water.
Tesla said the past and future are only metaphors; that there is only the present. Yet, these eggs are going to hatch in the future (small chance since I'm betting the neighbor will dig them up) and this post will be in the past. Go figure.
And, all the creatures are craning their necks and talking or hanging off the fence, waiting for their morning rations. So off to start this metaphoric day.