This morning a cockatoo came to find some food in my garden. It pecked around on the grass for a while, then enjoyed the view from the top of my beans.
Not a lot grows in the heat right now, but I do have one Lebanese cucumber trying to fatten on the one lonely vine that survived summer. I have planted some baby bok choy and if we ever get any rain, they may grow.
Some people say I am crazy having a bird friendly garden. The bird bath attracts everything from pigeons to black cockatoos. Every feathered and flying creature, including bats, know about my garden. They are there to entertain me and to share more than their fair share of whatever bears fruit. At least the plum tree produces enough for everything and sometimes there is enough even for me.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
state of my garden
At the end of a devastating summer, my garden is fatigued. So little water, such abominable heat. It reached 47 degrees on the hottest day. Black Saturday. The smoke is still thinly covering the sky to remind us of the sadness lingering only thirty minutes from where we live. So many lost their lives and the charred ground and littered remains of people's homes remind us that it will be a long time before these areas know joy again.
Yet, peace can be found and a garden can remind us of loss and renewal. Sometimes I look at my own life and can see the charred and painful valleys that still have never been restored. It is these blackened parts of my emotion that have driven me to seek the only one who can make life out of my own devastated heart.
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