Life From Another Elevation

This post is being written while I am staying at my son John's home in the suburbs of San Miguel.

Things are from a different perspective out here in the enclaves.

For one thing, it is flat.  No views other then the houses that surround one.  It gives me a different
feeling. 

I have found things to watch and enjoy.

The trees are leafing out.  One is a pear tree with delicate blooms.   There are plenty of birds but not many hummingbirds.

There also is a cadre of squirrels whose sole intention is to eat as much of Scout, the dog's food as
is possible.  There is a whole system of the "watch squirrel" who sits at the corner of the roof behind my son's house and in some manner, lets the squirrels know when the coast is clear.  They scurry down, one at a time and fill themselves.  It is quite a production.

I noticed today there is no dry food.  Hence no squirrels.

Can you tell I have time on my hands?  ha.  I've got a room looking onto the backyard along with large doors and windows directly to the backyard.  I've been truly enjoying reading and watching the wildlife when the grand kids are not here.

It was at first disconcerting not to have a lot of things to do.  I'm usually busy with this and that, but somehow I've moved into a slower mode and I'm liking that everything related to the guest house and my house is being taken care of by Josefina.  She is so wonderful.

It is still eleven days until I leave.  I cannot think of what I'll do with myself for the next days other then read..............Yikes. 

Of course, maybe this is the prelude to the hectic times that will descend upon me once I'm in the big city of Houston.

And, of that I am sure.  It will be busy until the surgery.............Anything I need to buy to bring back needs to be gotten before the surgery.  Things like fabric, a new pair of shoes and maybe a few more things.

The photos in this post were all taken from the doorway of my room.  If you notice in the  photo of the bourganvilla the stone blocks, it looks like that is black mortar, but in fact that is tiny black stones wedged in between each block of the wall.  Mexican artisans continuously astound me in their attention to detail and craft.

As much as I am grateful for the fact that I am at my son's house til I leave, I do have to admit that I miss the horizons from my house on the hill.  Luckily though, I'm happy to know that the person who is residing there is enjoying the flight of the egrets and ibis every night.  The glorious sunsets and seeing the twinkle of the lights of the town as they come on each night from up on the roof terrace as well.

The person staying in the guest house borrowed my Audubon bird and butterfly guide.  He is enjoying identifying and exclaiming about the many species that alight in the gardens of the property.

It makes my heart happy when people enjoy nature in the little sanctuary that I call home.