|Robins are year round residents of the San Gabriel Valley|
Bob cherishes and protects my favorite word in the political vocabulary "freedom." How he has gone on to serve a wider constituency is something this homebody would never have considered. So in a way, I guess my greatest gift to politics was quitting ):-
Being a Planning Commissioner is an experience that changes how you see the world. I saw urban planning as akin to quilting- with map upon map overlayed, stitched in place with changing lifestyles and embroidered with political theory.
It is quite out of fashion, but there is something to be said for the urban planning that allows for privately held open space. In our tract, the utility easement was developed underground, leaving the finger canyon behind our homes undevelopable and in constant rebellion to revert back to nature.
What we can't do with our land, because of easements preclude structural development, is the gift of interaction with real wildlife and native vegetation.
No disrespect to my friends with advance degrees from Harvard, but I wouldn't trade their formal educational accomplishments for the seasons spent learning from this quirky little lot that straddles civilization and wilderness. Working land teaches what is important in life.
Love takes work. While the head is wrapped around the rules- the heart wanders off on a path to be cut through the wilderness.
While I have been blessed to enjoy recreational use of public open spaces and keep up on the latest in horticultural trends; it is seeing a Robin enjoying the abundant garden that lights my heart.
That Robin has the freedom to fly to any trendy garden in North America, yet it chose my garden for a Sunday stroll. With such visits-the commitment to keep a lawn for birds to pull worms from and maintaining trees and bushes abundant with berries to dine from and build nests in- the joy dividend is better than any bank deposit yields.
In my lifetime I have met a Prime Minister, two US presidents, several premier captains of businesses- yet I am happier for having the company of my feathered friends.
I confess. When the squall ran through, I had my doubts about the wisdom of wandering off from home in a rain storm. We had such a thoroughly good time- I'm glad we did. It was just the right bridge to cross back to a full work schedule.