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I once read that movement is the way to know if your yard has become a thriving habitat for critters, large and small. If you stop to observe, our yard looks like an airport during the holidays. Darting, diving, flying, hopping, and scurrying take place throughout the day and into the night. For some, this would be less than ideal, but for me, a wildlife gardener, this is what it's all about! A few weeks ago, a parade of tiny leopard frogs hopped from the side yard toward our new water feature, a pondless waterfall that mimics the local rivers here. At the same time, I noticed a dragonfly flicking water at the vegetation with the end of her abdomen. It turns out that with every flick, she was depositing an egg and hurling it at the leaves of a plant nestled in the water.
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Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. - Rumi, poet  July 23, 2021
Field Notes I am finally back on the coast of Maine driving the route along Mount Desert Island (MDI) back to our family cabin. A never ending to-do list scrolls through my mind, but the warming rocky ledges of Hull's Cove persuade me to change course. I pull over, grab a pen and journal, and follow a short path to the ocean. It is one of those mornings where everything seems to move at a slower pace. Even the seagulls and cormorants bob on wave tops, as if there is nothing more pressing in the world. After filling several blank pages, I change course again, and spend the day following the things I love: pine forests, lichen, mushrooms, seaweed, and undiscovered trails. |
