For the very first time, I've participated in the Great Backyard Bird Count. I'm hooked. I love sitting in the quiet house, binoculars in my lap, a notebook beside my elbow, watching and waiting.
We had a little incident, though. A red-tailed hawk flew into a window. He (or she) hit with such force that it cracked the inner pane. It was a hairline crack, about three inches. The hawk veered up into a tree and perched for about five minutes, as if trying to collect itself, then flew away. My contractor stopped by to check the window, and, since the crack is very small, we're taking a wait and see approach.
Today was the meet and greet for my master gardener class. In addition to beautiful table arrangements, the mentors brought home-cooked goodies. Each mentor has a special interest area, such as trees, butterfly gardening, trees, vegetables, container gardens, and so forth. The interns had interesting stories. One lady works at a hydroponic garden in Nashville and is a landscape designer; another one planted 100 trees in an hour on her property. Quite a few people are interested in herbs and cooking, so I felt right at home. I volunteered to bring a dish to the next meeting.
A common thread ran through the meeting: gardening heals the soul. This class won't be easy, but that's good. I'm eager to learn. We'll tour established, local gardens this spring and build a rain garden; in the fall we'll exchange seeds. The club maintains a vegetable garden, and everything is donated to senior citizens. I'm looking forward to volunteering. It feels just right at this stage in my life--to learn what I can and pay it forward.
Tweak it Tuesday
Tweak it Tuesday