Most mornings, I see my lizard friends. In addition to this fellow, I’ve got a friend who usually hangs out near the compost. He’s yellow with a reddish head.
Sometimes, the lizards race over to drink from the hose. Sometimes, they run a few paces ahead of me, then stop and look back over their shoulders.
When I talk to them, they cock their heads and move their throats. They’re talking back, sharing their news about insects and sunshine.