A bright green medium-size anole lizard has been scurrying along the top of the privacy fence, north to south, south to north, since three p.m. He cocks his head to squint at the sky, puffs his pink dew lap, and proclaims, "The sky is going to fall."
Down at patio level, an olive green medium-size anole lizard has been having the time of his life. He's ridden on the wings of a hummingbird garden ornament, jumped from the metal bird's beak onto a solar garden lamp and into the shadows, and scaled a garden hook looking like Greg Louganis climbing to the Olympic diving platform in a Speedo.
Alas, I have spent to much time scurrying, and not enough time scaling.
© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder