For the first time in the crisis the weather was warm enough, well, 60f, to sit out. So Handsome Son came over bearing groceries which became a mother's day gift, and we sat chatting, drinking tea, each with own teapot and tools, eating fresh cornbread. First time for a sit down chat for so many weeks. Distancing observed. Note the napkins tucked over the individual teatrays, to defend against birds while son arrives.
The birds were competing for cornbread, hoping we'd drop some, bluejays, catbirds, sparrows. Overhead two tree-swallows, first of the year, yes, doesn't make a summer, but I'll take it, and a lone crow mobbing a redtail hawk. A little peregrine darting around the trees on the hunt.
This was one of the best Mother's Day celebrations I've had. Son not working, rare on Sunday, weather cooperative. It was wonderful.
