Inside and outside my world, that world in which words have not been flowing through my brain, anxious to escape, to venture out into public view. Inside and outside my world, it has been a period of flurries of activity, followed by periods of minimal activity, those followed by periods of absolutely no activity. Today, outside my world, the seasons are at war.
Today, outside my window, old man winter is not giving up without a fight. He is spewing his anger across the green grasses, whipping the heads of the daffodils in his fury, shouting what I hope is his last hurrah for this year.
Today, outside my window, the blackbirds have arrived for their traditional spring visit, here to consume every possible morsel from the bird feeders before they head on their way to their summer destination. They believe in strength in numbers, obviously.
Yesterday, outside my window, I spied the first little chipmunk visitor of this season. I suspect he has scurried back into the safety and warmth of his underground home, letting old man winter and princess spring fight their fights, awaiting the return of calm. And sun. And warmth.
Last week, outside my window, there was a very persistent white-breasted nuthatch, who seemed entranced by the window. Perhaps he saw his reflection and thought he’d found the perfect mate, the mate that would be his perfect partner. Whatever his obsession was, he spent a few days constantly flying to the window, pecking at it, peering into it, until finally he decided she was playing far too hard to get. He has now moved on.
Last week, as I wandered outside around my yard, I came upon this leaf skeleton, a remnant from a summer long gone now. Who would know, looking at this leaf when it was dressed in its summer finery, that it was so complex. Well, sure, a botanist would know, but I was not able to see beyond it’s green coat. Until now. I have put it in a book to press, thinking I will frame it one day. If only I can remember which book I put it in. Perhaps there is a similarity between this leaf skeleton and my brain – all those little openings through which memory escapes.
And that’s how it’s been, inside and outside my window, inside and outside my world. Yard cleanup continues, and will likely continue far into the spring. Again this year, the pine trees seem to have an unending supply of pine cones and pine needles with which to offend my senses and cover my yard.
Gep has talked to me about life in Cuenca, Ecuador – a haven for ex-pats. He has talked to me about how much better I could live on my income, how consistently perfect the weather is, how lovely it is and how many new birds there would be for me to capture with my camera. It is tempting. But it is complicated. There is much to consider about the idea of moving, the uprooting and establishing new roots. First, later, I will visit. For now, I will stay put and enjoy life inside and outside.