Where have all the birdies gone?

It's the third week of June already. The first day of summer passed without event mainly due to exhaustion from my annual summer stint as a glorified carnival worker. In the last month Jorge, my baby bird, has returned to the nest seeking a cheap, er, free, place to live, and summer employment as a glorified carnival worker. Who knew this was such a popular job? My clan seems strangely drawn to this sort of work. Hmm.

Anyway, Jorge has taken up residence in the front bedroom. With him came about 100 potted plants, two push mowers, two bicycles, a plethora of homemade "musical" instruments including a hurdy gurdy, several bog gardens and two cats. And I thought there was no more room at this inn. We managed to fold it all in with the help of a small storage space and a severe (for me) editing of my collected and various stuff.















I plan on enjoying my summer bird. I know in the fall, he will migrate to another clime and I'll be alone again to tend my garden. Other birds will visit for a day or two, passing through on their way north or south.

I do wonder though, how many of those 100 potted plants, push mowers, bicycles, bog gardens and musical instruments will remain. I'll try not to get attached.