Seasons are interpreted through rose, or watery gray, or steamy orange colored glasses by humankind. This summer has been sloppy wet and just a little on the warm side. We did have a few weeks of hot and dusty drought where the soil actually started to crack, but the last month or more has been filled with an average of six inches (or more) of rain every week. We are moving into August and the grass is not sage green, but energy green. As a human, I tend to think I know the seasons and where we are in them. Ha!
This flower pot sits at the side of my front door. We thankfully cleaned the gutters over this entry porch back in June, because it tends to block and then a large waterfall hits the steps and/or bounces into the pot and floods it. Not too long ago I was watering this pot every other day. That white leaved plant is a Caladium and is good at repelling raindrops onto the pavement. Why is that of interest?
Two weeks ago I was pulling weeds in the pot and frightened a tiny Carolina wren. When I investigated I noticed a small nest tucked at the base of this big umbrella-shaped plant. A few days later in early July I also noticed about a half dozen eggs had been added. I would peek at the nest now and again, but the wren was never there. I began to think my frightening her caused her to abandon the nest. When grandson came to visit the Third week of July I snuck up to the nest and parted the leaves and told him to check out the nest. Of course, Momma Wren was sitting on the nest and flew right into his face causing him to scream and run! He is 13, so the fear was a thrill and not a trauma.
I am so happy to see she is back, and I am keeping my curiosity at bay, although I do try to listen and test if I hear small chirps. The nest is a marvel of engineering because she made it into a waterproof cave of woven moss and grasses and the tons of rain has thus far not penetrated! Here we are with summer two-thirds past and the wren is on her third, fourth(?) nest of the season! No wonder these brave feathered friends can sing with such a bold heart.
My fennel is growing just across the sidewalk from this pot and I do wonder if she had the supermarket of caterpillers also in mind when she built her nest?