I had to wait until the end of the day and think back. I often spend some part of every day standing at my back door and spying on the birds, so that I don’t disturb them.
It’s probably going to lead to the ruin of the next crop of apricots, as I have no idea what they are doing, but the result is half-eaten leaves on the ground and the limbs stripped bare. But the buds seem ok.
Then, I always check for ripe strawbs, as they’ll continue nearly all year, with maybe a month or two break, and are still flowering.
We already have a garden, but we’re constantly changing things and since the chooks are gone, we’ve planted some natives and are striking some hibiscus.
Then I took a stroll and snapped the new garden beds, my productive strawberries, the things growing out of compost, banana capsicum and feijoas (pineapple guava) ready to pick and my bee magnets. All because it made me so happy to do so.
In Adelaide we still have some freedom to move about and exercise, while employing safe practices.
There is great joy in this freedom and it meant that last weekend I could be on the hunt for joy and see the abundant patterns, ripples, clouds, surfaces, breezes, waves – all that nature has been doing at the beach, forever.
Everywhere I look there are ripples and they’re not all bad. What looks like destruction to one being, could be construction to another.
While this surface is hard to walk on, it was surely replaced by another in time.
And for now, I can still see far into the distance, where there is smooth sailing.