This morning was the first day I really got out into the yard for anything beyond filling the birdfeeders. My plan is to leave one silo feeder and two niger feeders in the lilac bush, in hopes of attracting an indigo bunting or two this year. The silo feeder of mixed seed will insure that there's plenty of activity around the bush, and there are still house and gold finches that visit, so I'm counting on word getting around to the indigos. But today, I went out with my forked weed digger and flipped out a few dozen dandelions - and there lying on the grass I found the first eggshell of the season. I'm not sure whose it is, or where the nest might be. Many species of birds fly the empty shells and drop them away from the nest, to keep predators from finding it, so it could be from anywhere. But it was a wonderful thing to see. A lot of the other birds are still displaying to potential mates, so whoever dropped this shell is a real...early bird!
Nearby, the violets I transplanted from my neighbor's yard have begun to bloom. There's some regular dark purple ones mixed in there, too, but they haven't begun to open yet. A weathered leaf from the red maple, destined to become topsoil, rests beside them like a memento mori of the past winter. All in all, it was a dewy, peaceful Sunday, with scarcely a breeze; the lake barely making a murmur.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.