Atop his favorite granite stone, my dearest chipmunk surveys his territory. There’s time to take it all in before the rain falls.
The rain is loosening the leaves from my red maple. What will I shed today?
I’m a fool like all the others: I follow the light.
Mine is also a life of enchantment.
Together, we are a different organism.
We stand looking at this root, and this root is fire.
And within my body, / another body … sings; there is no other body, / it sings, / there is no other world — Jane Hirshfield
The squirrel who has been nursing eats an acorn on my hammock.
A chipmunk uses railroad ties as a superhighway.
A shower of acorns. Look up! Two squirrels roughhouse in the old oak tree.
I am not alone. The cricket is here. The praying mantis is here. The chipmunk. The woodpecker. Two hummingbirds. And more. And more.
Moths are pollinators, too.
Someday, I will learn how to live. Until then, I will learn about life from the plants and animals in my backyard.
Did you know plants have memories? They learn how to not be afraid. They retain that information. If the Mimosa pudica can do it, so can I.
Mimosa pudica is also known as the sensitive plant, the shy plant, the touch-me-not plant. We could learn a lot from each other.
I saw the hawk flying low today, then high, a shadow traversing my neighbor’s roof.