This morning the same little bird was back at it, trying to come into my bathroom. Either that, or trying to smash the bird in the reflection of the window. I'm not sure that's it, though. I've now seen the bird do the same thing on cloudy days when the sun wasn't shining enough for the bird to see its reflection. Whatever the impetus, it is a determined thing. It always perches on that same slender bamboo stalk. It gets itself settled and then makes a few tiny ruffling movements and then POW! Up to the window it flies, bouncing its tiny little head off the glass. And then it flies straight back to that same stem and settles itself and begins the whole process again. This goes on for hours.
Curious, indeed. As Hank pointed out when I sent everyone a picture this morning, "Well, it is a very nice bathroom."
Perhaps it only wants a shower.
It was another beautiful day and so I took a little walk. It would appear to me that No Man Lord may be building something. He moved the RV that he lives in and where it had been sitting, began to dig what looks like a foundation. There are lines going from corner-to-corner. I never do know what he is doing. I did not see him out today. He has a group of guys who come and hang out with him regularly and I suppose they are helping him with this project. I could see him building something very, very slowly, like they do in the poorest sections of Mexico where they earn enough money to buy a few cement blocks and begin there, adding to walls and roofs as they can afford.
I can also easily see him beginning something and then walking away from it. His projects come and they go. I remember talking to that woman I met in front of his yard one day that I liked so much. I asked her what Harvey was doing. Harvey is his real name. "Oh you know," she said. "Same thing Harvey always does."
It hasn't been much of a busy day. After my walks, I always feel as if I have accomplished enough which of course is silly, but that's the way it is. I took Moana some treats from the kitchen and then I turned the compost out by the garden and planted some onions that had sprouted. I have no idea why it's so fun for me to grow plants that arise from my kitchen but it is. My greens are still hanging in but barely. Almost all of the lettuces were shocked to mush. The collards and mustards and turnips are coming back, and so is the kale, I think. But slowly. The arugula just looks like hell and I should replant it. I think there's enough time to get enough of that for more salads before it gets too warm, especially the way it springs forth from the ground so quickly.
And then I decided to trim the rest of the segos in front of the porch. This time I took before and after photos.
I do believe I got my wish about the Canary Island date palms. They are both dying, I am pretty sure. Good riddance, I say! I was cutting fronds off of them today when I found a little wasp nest from last year on the underside of one.
Or something like that.
The sun is setting. I wonder if the sight of that will always remind me of Ross now. I have been remembering to look up every day, quite consciously, to regard and appreciate what I see. It is a very small moment of mindfulness meditation, I guess.
I don't know.