House and Garden
Field and stream
Number one on my to-do list today is “See CA Buckeyes in Piedmont.” That’s because I’m considering putting a native California buckeye in the “well” in front of the new home I’m moving to in the next month or so.
Yes, big changes are afoot.
I’m scared. Panicked some days. Filled with creeping dread others. Listening to Daisy, my 16-year-old golden retriever, traipse blithely in and out the back screen door which is always open this time of year… observing 17-year-old Pebbles, our tortoiseshell kitty lying akimbo atop the silvery teak table in the back garden for hours… and knowing these things won’t be possible soon, hurts.
Listening to my cricket in the back garden at night and feeling the fog-cooled breeze float through my open window, and knowing this will soon be gone, hurts.
There are many things I love about my home. And, being human, I’ve taken ever so many of them for granted. Maybe all of them. Yes, I’m certain I’ve taken it all for granted. My lush, mature gardens in the front and back. My lemon tree sprouting all manner of new green leaves after a heavy pruning a couple of years back. My birdbath being visited daily by the comical blue jay who caws raucously as he settles in for a strenuous bath that knocks out half the water.
