Good Friday

Warm and sunny day. There is summer in the air.

Toiled half of the day to clean up the balcony. The dwarf Asiatic lilies have broken the soil and are growing many shoots. The sweet pea seeds, which I planted two weeks ago, are sprouting too. The strawberry plant is growing new leaves, and the carnation red flower buds.

While I sat on the couch, sipping tea, looking at the neat balcony with satisfaction, I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. The window was wide open, in came sunshine and breezes, and a bumblebee. He must have realized that the visit was not planned, as he was trying to drill a hole in the glass to get out. The buzzing sound was full of anger and frustration. My appearance only added fear to his heart.

But I have to touch you, I said. I used a pen to tap upon him so that he could give up the corner and fly to the open window. He was more nervous and tried to squeeze into the tiny space between the track and the window. You will be crushed, I said loudly, and kept using the pen to guide him to freedom which was just a foot away.

He finally got out. I could imagine how happy he was.

Another time another place, there was this bumblebee ravaging the poppy flower garden. It was big and heavy, and the flowers bowed under its weight. It was a sunny warm day too. There was so much in the air that I had a hard time to concentrate on my book. The poppy garden lasted only a year before it was flattened down as soon as the school authority realized that the red velvet beauties were actually venomous species.

Warm night, starry sky..

Another day in birth, another day to close.

Early bird is my habit. I love to be the first one awake in the house, to be the first to let in the morning air, to be the first to see the dew on flowers and plants, to be the first to enjoy a cup of hot coffee in absolute quietness, and to be the first to witness the wakening of the day.

So will be tomorrow.