(04:30am!!! Pacific Time)
Ms Maxine & Jerome, "The Fifty Foot Turtle"
entered the kitchen she had the binoculars trained on some object in the backyard.
Her comment, "Hes like a small tank coming across the yard", took me by
I hadnt washed the sleep from my eyes or had my cup of coffee
"and he sure likes bread crumbs, but watermelon better
dont have any
right now for him."
Maxine had been up before the sun
filling her 5 bird
feeders and placing food, at the end of well worn paths leading from the back porch, in
spots viewable from her kitchen window
and they all came.
getting up at 5 (am) to feed something or someone for over 70 years"
late Paul always expected his food to be on the table as soon as he sat down
had to be on the road to work at 6 (am)
animals should have the same
As I leaned over the kitchen sink and peered out the window my
attention was held by the reading of the yard thermometer 85 degrees!!! at
Now I knew why I dismissed the noise of the heat pump outside our
it kept us sane with its cool air.
Heat aside, they all came to
eat from the small feast set for them
Yep, there was Jerome
under a mahogany
shell with geometric patterns that bespoke his lineage
His head and neck were
extended skyward toward the birds circling above
he was the only one with bread
crumbs, sharing was not part of his nature.
When he finished he turned his diminutive
body towards the overgrowth covering the moist drainage ditch
a 50 foot trek from
"Reckon hell check the other backyards in the neighborhood and
be back in a couple of days."
The warmth of the coffee could not compare to what
I felt in my heart for the kindness that Maxine extended towards her morning
Yep ... soon ... more on the way
Until next time … Best to all