I passed the entire day in the garden. I hadn’t worked in the yard since November, no wonder I had a mental max offload. Twenty minutes in the garden releases two days’ stress doing anything else. Forget the word garden, any dirt will do. Sit down in a chunk of dirt and let your breathing mimic the bending of weeds and flit about of birds. Did you know a tanager is large and yellow with an orange head? Do you know what a tanager is? It eats worms from dirt, that’s a hint.
My friend Patrick invited me for tea, yesterday. He’s built a little room on the back of his house to house a couch and a basket of bird books and binoculars. He's taped small paper stars on the windows, so the unlearned observer sees blotchy bits along with the active birds. And then learns how to focus. Do you know why the tiny blue-headed lazuli buntings and hummingbirds and quail and copper rose and cherry trees and nandina all live there in his shady, overgrown, water-splashing, flower-scented garden?
Hop on board, it’s the best train running. Views, friends, foodstuffs, surprises, and day-long reliable delight.
Western tanager photo thanks to Birds Amore.
P.S. Patrick paved the area under his bird feeders, with brick. That way you can see the birds vs. lose site of them in the grass. And paving prevents the fallen seeds from making mushy green forests under the feeder. You can simply sweep the seeds away. Go Patrick go.
P.S. I’ll bet those stars are to keep birds from flying into the window glass.