July 27, 2008

A storm of hummingbirds engulfs the porch and the gardens, feeding and quarreling, all at fever pitch. When they are not gobbling or fighting, they’re hovering at the picture window, peering in. I hope they’re not too disappointed in what they see.

First rehearsal of production weeks starts in a few minutes. Our director makes the mediocre choice each time, but when one reflects that this is different from the worst choice, one is content.