I've written a few times about this space, my landlocked, suburban oasis. Shady in the morning, Alicia burbling her repetitive fountain song between the grapefruit "trees" (plants, really) that are a product of a long-ago breakfast and the bottle "tree" that never needs water, but which gets its glass blooms replaced every summer season.
With seven more school days left 'til I clock out for two months, I've retreated to my back deck to ponder life's mysteries ~ such as why the hummingbird hardly ever stays long enough for me to snap his picture.
Yes, Mr. Hummer was here just now, flighty as ever. But Alicia is my rock. I think I need to spend a little more time with her today.