All I planned on doing today was a good catch up in the garden. Although I haven’t been well, today I felt terrific
and rushed around early to lug on my black gumboots and old raggedy,
loose jeans, bell bottoms in fact, ugh, with a huge overshirt, making me
look like a beggar from the old west. But there was an unusual obstacle
to my finishing my tasks. This unscheduled stopover of a miniscule
traveler inside our cozy cottage halted all progress outside. A tiny
fantail decided it liked being in the offbeat, slightly dusty
environment we call home sweet home, rather than soaring up and down
outside singing away cheerfully. When I came in, it was fairly obvious
that I had winged company as it was having a grand ole time swooping
through the rooms and landing on the drapes and cupboards. But the piece
de resistance for this avian charmer was the old slightly broken slats
of our handy dandy clothes dryer hanging suspended from our ceiling,
which yours truly gets to lower and then raise again after putting
slightly damp articles of our washing on this to dry, often with the
fire roaring below.
But this teeny guy or gal, hard to know, had a
particular fondness for chilling out on this contraption, made of easily
recognized wood just like the tree branches outside and at just the
right height so I could hardly photograph it or guide it back out
through the two open windows of the kitchen, which is probably how it
got inside in the first place. And so, it sat there looking quite
peaceful and in some sort of contemplative process. Many minutes passed
and eventually it too, passed a very small poo that fell to the ground
silently. That was the last straw I thought to myself.
I have so many
plants inside that these tiny creatures have come before to be close to
my flowers and vines cascading from various vases and pots with glasses
inside of enough water to keep the greenery growing and fresh. Most
root easily near the windows especially. Actually, I used to believe
that they came to see me. I enjoy
a good whistle with them and even sing to them and sometimes run the
hose, which they find thrilling, but I’ve since learned that they come
in for the little bugs that also come in and that’s all and that’s what
they do while they’re flying.
So rather than getting my broom to
escort it out the mean witch way, I decided to quickly get John involved
but by the time we came back into the house, the bird had vanished.
The
moral here is easy. My big plans of planting 30 baby Cos lettuce
seedlings evaporated. I had already done my dash with the bird and prior
to that had worked outside for a couple of hours. I needed a sit down
at the very least to plan the next available date to finish all the
myriad projects I’ve started. That should be when hell freezes over but
judging by the weather lately, especially in North America, we’re not
that far off. In fact, it’s the last month of summer here starting in a
few days and we’re freezing ourselves. Thus, we layer our clothing just
in case we get bad weather first thing in the morning and then it gets
bloody hot, just in time for the evening chill. Some things definitely
are just a little out of whack, like me, and the up and down climate.
But I know for a fact that we’ve been in a few years of cooler summers
based on solar cycles and we still have a few more years to go before
the few years of warmer ones begins.
Nature always surprises us. Sometimes we’re ready for these. Sometimes we’re not.