It isn't long before I am distracted by the goings on. I hear the high beating of a hummingbirds wings. Two wrens fly into the Lady Banks' rose. The tiniest lizard I have ever seen rushes across the gravel. Surely he must just have hatched and is too small to tackle that black beetle close by. Butterflies flit by but never seem to stop. Then I spot a flash of red underneath the rose. It is tangled among lantana that has seeded beneath. The Oxblood lilies are in bloom.
My attention is drawn to the potted gave, Agave augustifolia. I am relieved to see that it is making a comeback after the recent rains.
The gravel is a meadow of blackfoot daisies and their sweet fragrance fills the air. I start to feel that dreamy mood coming on. I really must do this more often.