Morning

The temperature in Boston today is predicted to be in the mid-90s. I poured gallons of water into two buckets this morning for my newly planted perennials and annuals. The house has no outside faucet for a hose as yet. I watered the new plantings and stood still in the gentle summer breeze. 

A mourning dove wailed to its mate. Blue jays screamed to each other. English sparrows flitted everywhere. In the large beech tree behind the house, a symphony of birdsong. The lack of human sound was palpable, luscious. How different this planet would be without our billions.