You may have noticed that it's taken me a lot longer than previously predicted to get that post up. Sometimes that's what happens when I write posts containing, you know, actual research and tens of images, so bear with me now.
In the meantime I want you to meet my new little friend. A seasonal migrator, a singer of delightfully chatty little ditties, the Red-Breasted Nuthatch.
Isn't he beautiful? Mary once wrote, far more eloquently than I ever will, about how different flora and fauna signify the passing of time in a given place. And it's true; we mark time in birds and plants and snow cover, much more than we consciously know. A certain species, a certain bloom, is a different means of measuring than the month, or even the season. In the far North, the first fly of the year, the first yellow-collared face of a coltsfoot (oh how I miss them!) brings the month of May viscerally to us, taps into our ancestral memories.
We carry this knowledge with us instinctively, and once we truly tune into the natural world, it is impossible for us to not notice the thousand small signifiers of passing time. This, to me, is the best reason to keep a journal, to return each year to realize that we are entering the time of rose hips, of Nuthatches...
A few days past the Equinox, some things are changing fast towards the winter: cold nights, molting chickens, the sudden need to nest, stay close to home and the pantry.
I've wondered no further than my own backyard for days and days, yet felt like I never spend any time at home.
All will be revealed soon, I promise you.
Until such a time though, I wish you all happy Fall. And do tell, who's coming trough your backyard for a seasonal visit?
A special bird, mycelium, fruit?
all bird photos from here, here and here.