I sneak under the Weeping Cherry. I part branches like great curtains and tuck myself inside. It’s quiet and earthy in there. It’s cool and still.
I weave my arm up and then arch my hand over the Robin’s Nest to spy inside with my phone’s camera.
It’s a blind activity; I’m trusting the camera to focus on something and return to me with the spoils.
I fumble to press a button I cannot actually see, finally hear the click, and then steal away as fast as I can.
Hidden away in the garage, I view the photo.
We have an egg, folks. That’s possibly the most beautiful color in nature: Robin’s Egg Blue.
I’m hoping she’ll lay more eggs this morning.
Look at that egg! So blue!