As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them."
John F Kennedy
The cooper's hawk sunbathes top the silk floss tree. Anchored on the far side of our property, it is past the fence, at the very edge of where the landscaping is belted by a firebreak; the point between the habitat of man and the the native chaparral.
Because the heavens were generous with rain this winter, from this leaf covered the predatory bird scans the thousand shades of green filling our valley. Looking back our way, he appears interested in the blending of the birdseed.
The main feeder is an alter of abundance, filled with a fruit and nut mixture fortified with extra dry roasted peanuts, raisins, dried cranberries and meal worms. The assortment of birds that drop by are as varied as the food. Woodpeckers, scrub jays, thrashers and grosbeak joined the assortment of tweeties this afternoon.
To watch an orchid open is to watch the miracle of life as God meant it to be. Under patio overhangs-the green nut-like shells burst alive in colors of fruit sherbet before they open in princess pink.
By the end of their life-cycle, the blossoms will fade to white. Then drop.
Potted up beneath the lemon tree, a trio of pots is filled with bark overflow with a darker rosy- toned orchid.
|Borage and vintage iris fill in along the path. A trumpet vine reaches over the void and now fills the Mimosa tree's crotch with long arms that in a month will be a clarion call to hummers from wherever they fly|
Anyone who has ever gardened knows that nature abhors a vacuum. An occasional plant sticking up out of bare dirt is as unnatural as a beautiful naked woman sitting alone in a pew. You must clothe her, give her good company- or something bad is going to happen.
I write about gardens. But the greatest appreciation I can give for where I live is to actively love it. By gardening, in harmony with what He who lives On-high first graced this land with.
Godspeed and Good Fortune