Today,
starts and ends with a question – what became of the little things? You know what I’m talking about. Sitting with a good friend in the shade of
the yard in rockers on the front porch.
Maybe even sitting on a creek/river bank talking about everthing - but
talking about nothing at all. I’m
sitting here rocking, watching nature and crocheting. Crochet – that in and of itself is becoming a
lost art Most people today have to ‘go’
somewhere to appreciate nature. I sit
and look out my windows or take my coffee to the front porch. We are fortunate to live surrounded by over
100 acres of pasture, creeks, orange groves and small thickets or bayheads of
trees. The house in which we live was
built in the summer of 1941, before Pearl Harbor . No central heat or air conditioning in those
days, but lots of windows on all sides and a generous front porch. Before we moved here, we visited the
neighbors and one activity was watching the crazy people who lived in THAT
house. Shooting at each other, chasing
one-another around the house with their two little boys in tow, screaming. Cookware, pots, pans, dishes and other small
appliances would sometimes come flying out the doors looking for a target. The kids weren’t targets although sometimes
they became collateral damage and we didn’t see them for a week or so.
When
they were persuaded to leave, we had a month to pack our old place, clean the
new (?) place and get it ready for habitation and also make the actual
move. We knew all our neighbors like
family. There was PawPaw and wife Helen
to our east side. Next door to PawPaw
was his oldest son and his current lady and his 3 boys from his previous
marriage. Across the street were the
operators of Gwen’s Market, about ¾ of a mile away. On the other side of the property, but the
same side of the road were the Lastingers and some Guthries. All of these families had life in the
community for YEARS. PawPaw and his wife
were the first people over to help clean up.
The grass in the yard was up to my shoulders – a little over 4
feet. Hidden amongst the grass was
flatware, car repair tools, pots & pans and probably could name a dozen
other unusual items we found and put in large trash bins.
My
front porch has the required 2 rockers.
I also have some of my hand tools for gardening on a shelf my husband
built just for that purpose. We placed
it at eye level because of our cats.
Most years that we’ve lived here, passersby on the highway that run by
the front of the property drop of cats and or kittens which they don’t
want. So, we feed them and care for them
and we become their people. However, the
birds do not appreciate the kitties quite as much as we do.
This
last spring, a mated pair of Carolina Wrens decided the shelf would make a
lovely honeymoon cottage in which to raise their young. Now you see the importance of building it at
people-eye level. Unless we
inadvertently leave a chair sitting underneath the shelf, it’s difficult for
the cats to harass the birds. But
sometimes, things happen.
The
shelf is just a couple of feet from the front screen door. One day while Daddy Wren was bringing nesting
supplies to Momma Wren, my husband opened the door and Daddy Wren took a wrong
turn . . .into the house! That wouldn’t have been so bad, except we have
a house-cat and she LOVES the birds. She
chitters to them and seems to be saying, “Come a little bit closer so we can
become acquainted.” Well, when Mr. Wren
came in, she saw opportunity and had him before we could even think about
helping him to return outside! I caught
the cat and when I did, Mr. Wren got loose.
Now, he’s excited, the cat is excited and we’re excited, trying to keep
them apart and catch the bird to release him back to his family!
After
locking the cat in the bedroom, we were finally able -after about an hour and
lots of running from room to room – to get Mr. Wren under a towel and safely
release him outside. It all ended
well. The baby wrens hatched and safely
moved out. Mama and Daddy Wren left
until it’s time to start a new family.
And after snubbing us for 3 days, the cat finally forgave us for taking
her prize. She still sits in the windows
and calls to the birds and we sit and enjoy the view where it’s not as
exciting, but more pleasing, over all.
Try to learn
to appreciate the little things.
Sometimes, they’re actually the big things!
Auntie