Tuesday, January 19, 2010

A new day

A new day begins, and as the earth turns and the sun rises, and the sky welcomes the warm rays and golden lavender hues, I make ready to join the celebration... There are noble adventures to undertake, and although the garden sleeps, there are still trees that speak and move and talk to each other at night, and under the ground are still caverns that lead to other realms...

It’s January. It is cold, and it will be several more weeks before even the earliest daffodils actually blooms... but I’m still celebrating life. The sky reminds me that life, though it might mean wretchedness and hard work, it is a pleasant thing and worth the having. I'm standing by the window looking outside. There are sparrows hopping about on the wet ground, picking up seeds and insects; it is obvious they’re oblivious to fear, or the return of the terrible Plectranthus.

Indeed, Plectranthus has kept coming to the garden all winter. His powerful eyes scan the garden as he flies and scurries among the grasses and shrubbery looking for a meal. The other day a battle took place right here, right between earth and sky. I heard a loud thumps as a little sparrow, in his haste to escape the hawk’s deadly weapons flew into the window and landed on the porch. Spotting it, the hawk swooped downward, and finally carried his meal home. 

It became rather calm and quiet then and the small birds continued trying to empty our feeders until dusk. Nature might go about forever in deep weeds and mourning if she took the trouble to lament about the weather; so I should do the same and go on smiling... smiling smiling though all morning, the rain has been pelting the windows, making our already-dark, north-facing little house almost as dark as night. 

Why should the sky not be clouded and the birds fly home hungry, because in one small house a fairy cries for the sparrows and years for the sun? P.G. Wodehouse-- "She's one of those soppy girls, riddled from head to foot with whimsy. She holds the view that the stars are God's daisy chain, that rabbits are gnomes in attendance on the Fairy Queen, and that every time a fairy blows its wee nose a baby is born, which, as we know, is not the case. "


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  2. It's not true? and there, I have believed it all these years......

    My old house is also dark and drear.....the days are just too short and the sun stays away.....I miss the bees and butterflies.

    I love your hawk....he needs to feed.....we cry for the sparrows but sadly, that is life.......

  3. The sun has come out here and I cannot wait until spring. For now I am looking at seed and plant catalogs.


  4. Oh Yes! I am a soppy girl and proud of it.
    Plectranthus is carrying out hispart in nature, taking the weak and the ill quickly so they don't have to linger in a long and painful death.

  5. My is dreary as well. We have had fog daily for almost a week. I feel like I am living in Seattle again. And we are expecting snow by the weekend again. But I know spring is on the way. A little breeze told me so.

  6. Hi Cielo,
    Nice to watch the birds in the garden but I feel sorry for the poor little sparrow.
    We had a bright sunny day here today but a mainly cloudy January. What a difference the sun makes.
    I am looking forward to your teacup collection!
    Take care,


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