if you plant berries,
they will come
And they never fail to make me smile, these ultra-smooth birds that somehow seem a bit more sophisticated than all our other feathered friends.
It took time to get them here, first I planted mulberries, and then the elderberry patch. These days, they are regulars.
If you had told me thirty years ago that I would be a gardener and a bird watcher, I’m sure I would have laughed. If you’d told me I would plant trees and bushes to try to lure cedar waxwings to my yard, I probably would have snorted (right after I asked what a cedar waxwing is).
But both birds and my garden have become part of my daily life, offering joy and rhythm and and a presence I am constantly learning from.
Patience. Acceptance. Being present.
And how to fall in love with the sky.
My own small way to fly.