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.
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Grape arbor under netting
My herb garden
Winter fig tree
Jesus Seat
My own backyard
I used to make a habit of visiting an old nunnery that had extensive and serene gardens. If the weather was good, I could wander and talk to my maker and sometimes lie on the sweet grass amongst the daisies and pour out my prayers. If it was wet, I could use a little room in the stone halls. I would be allowed to meditate in a tiny room that had been used by one of the nuns many years ago. On these days my confinement and the rain sliding in tears down the glass met each other in an agreement.
When I moved to Melbourne, Australia, I searched for such a place to go to for my pilgrimages of peace. Somehow, I couldn’t find what I was looking for. There were lovely parks to walk and pray in, but I needed a place where time stood still enough and there was no chance of intrusion.
We had bought a house that had a neglected garden. There were four dead trees to be removed and nearly everything that was growing was a weed! I can’t say I am a competent gardener but I do enjoy pottering. Besides, it gives me a chance to dream of projects for my husband.
After two years of searching for my prayer garden I realised I had found it; right in my own back yard.
When I moved to Melbourne, Australia, I searched for such a place to go to for my pilgrimages of peace. Somehow, I couldn’t find what I was looking for. There were lovely parks to walk and pray in, but I needed a place where time stood still enough and there was no chance of intrusion.
We had bought a house that had a neglected garden. There were four dead trees to be removed and nearly everything that was growing was a weed! I can’t say I am a competent gardener but I do enjoy pottering. Besides, it gives me a chance to dream of projects for my husband.
After two years of searching for my prayer garden I realised I had found it; right in my own back yard.
Cockatoo
Burnt leaves
The state of my garden
1 comment:
I don't think you're crazy at all for having a bird friendly garden. My parents have one too, and it's such a sanctuary - not just for the birds, but just to sit in hear nothing but the sound of birds in their element. The different species have differnet personalities - it's just lovely. A gift!
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