There is! Hope. I open my front door to see a long-wavy-haired teenage boy turn back, stop his scooter in the middle of the road outside our fence...and look down. I thought he was going to pick up the brown object...maybe something he dropped? But he sped one direction, and returned quickly, with another boy behind him. They both looked down and the second boy picked up a little maya (Sparrow) bird...
I asked..."...alive?". Wavy-haired kid turned to me, and nodding said "it can't fly...we'll take care of it".
He looked sincere and their discussion was serious...I trust that they were taking it home to heal it. What else?
At this hormonal, cranky and cynical phase of my life, when I have begun to mutter "teenagers" whenever I find some irritating, I pause. No, I bonk myself on the head. There are many good kids out there, and the world is still a good place. Heck, they are better than you, I tell myself.
And no, this isn't a maya...it's a sunbird. It sang from 5-6 pm, also today, directly overhead. Watch out for the droppings, my kid warned.
A year ago...or maybe even more than a year ago...(I really ought to resume a gardening journal), I cut a small stem off the hydrangea (milflores) pictured in the first March 2011 post. Now, finally, blooms from that cutting. I am pleased, because I didn't think it possible.
I've also just learned they are pink because the soil is alkaline. Apparently they are originally blue and turn pink depending on the soil (or water?).
We don't have Spring in the Philippines. But if we did, today would probably have been it. Just today. I bet tomorrow the hot Summer begins.
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