In the meantime, there are other things that merit noticing. Take tree frogs, for example. Sunday morning, as I watered plants, I saw a small green tree frog on the Impatiens, about 5/8" long from nose to rump. When I stooped to get a better look, I realized that I was only inches from a second frog, then a third hopped out from under the leaves, and a fourth. I wondered just how many frogs might be hiding there, and I also wondered how long they've been there without me even noticing them. So now I'm trying to pay more attention. Yesterday morning there was at least 1 tree frog on the Geranium, and 2 on the Salvia, stacked on the leaves like passengers in the sleeping compartment of a train.
And then, before full light this morning, Don called me to the window and pointed to the field below. There, running along at its mother's heels, was a tiny spotted fawn. The pair wasn't in sight more than a few minutes, but we decided, in that short span of time, that some things are definitely worth the wait.