Kickass, the doorstop dog, says the keeper has a sense of sitting in the best seat in the house as the green curtain of summer is about to come down over the village and hide everything except the flag that flies down by the bank. It is a show-business reversal–this falling curtain and the start of the show, but the show will be so spectacular that nobody in the audience will even notice or care. The ancient oak outside the upstairs deck windows are sprouting tiny leaves on their gnarled branches 60 feet above the ground and obviously having no problem getting water up there to do the job. A pair of bluebirds has apparently had second thoughts about the house in the backyard, and chickadees have moved in. The courting cardinals are in residence over by the big juniper tree, and there is anticipation for the arrival of orioles–get the orange-halves out there. There is anticipation for other things too, anticipation for everything that the summer show brings. The keeper and Phyllis watch the green curtain come down and applaud with the rest of the impatient audience for the grand show to begin.
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