Passing For Normal

Brief post for today. Thanks for all the empathy and sympathy on the last one; you guys helped more than you know.

In a happier note, I do enjoy Indy-sitting in many ways. It's a nice house with a big pie-shaped lot at the end of a cul-de-sac, and the loooooong back fenceline backs up against an enormous pasture. The neighborhood has lots of mature trees, inviting to the usual sort of suburban-slash-rural wildlife, big and small. There are wee green froglings everywhere, especially during rainy season but a fair number even now, in the dry months, because Suz waters the lawn enough to keep it alive and has innumerable potted plants and flowers that are kept very well watered.

It was an 80 degree day, so I was helping out with said watering of pots, including rinsing out and refilling the one of the birdbaths that's next to a young maple tree and a cluster of large flowerpots. I hadn't stepped more than four feet away from the birdbath when a red-breasted nuthatch -- this little charmer -- fluttered down to have a nice, leisurely drink. It gave me the side-eye all the while, but apparently decided that neither I nor my hose were a threat. It wasn't until I had thoroughly flooded one pot and simply had to take a step and move on to the next that it decided that enough was enough and flew away. It was a lovely, happy little moment of grace. :-)