(This bird-feeder brought to you by Lincoln. Clever little fella.)
(I wish, wish, wish dandelions weren't considered weeds.)
I've learned something about myself.
It took awhile to experience the "ah-ha" because--until now--we've always lived in neighborhoods. Now we're in the "wilds." Hah, as wild as a little country outskirt can be! I've lived in this home for two years. I've had two years to learn about my country-self. I like what I've become--or maybe, it's who I've always been but had yet to discover.
I have a personal relationship with most of my trees. I know where the sun rises and sets in each season and I have my favorite times of day when the sun shines just so. I've learned how my plants change, seen how they grow. I experience all these phenominal naturey smells that are fresh and wholesome and pure. I love the sound of crunching gravel when I walk down the sides of my country roads and the water as it rushes through canals and irrigation ditches. I notice the crop-growth, little by little. And the birds, ah, the birds are everywhere making the sweetest, happiest sounds.
I have inklings of a naturalist in me . . . and Ben, well, not so much. He thinks I'm looney as I go to my lofty places with nature. Maybe he's jealous of this love affair, thinks I'm becoming a tree-hugger? I bet that's it. And . . . maybe I am . . . a little bit. But, come on, I'm not 100% granola. I DO love to chop a tree here and there:).
I hope you are enjoying your little piece of this beautiful world as much as I'm enjoying mine.