It rained this morning but the sun came out and it's fairly nice out if a bit humid. Sat in the sun for as long as I could then moved to the shade. Refilled the hummingbird feeder and my reward was seeing a male hummingbird in all his shimmering finery. But he fed from the flowers not the feeder. So glad my library is partly open. You can order books then pull up and they bring them out to you. Because I'm now about halfway though a Minnesota author's series. It stars a white an with Indian blood in northern Minnesota and he does a good job of capturing the woods. Sitting outside reading his books transports me back to my happy childhood days of summer on the north lake. Nothing bad ever happened to me up there and its treasured memories. There was the old man who pointed a rifle at me and told me to get off his property. He called me a few bad names for Indians while he was at it but I was gleeful being mistaken for an Indian. I thought it a high compliment. In those days before puberty I tanned dark in the summertime and pretty much lived in a bathing suit. Ahh good memories.