On this Day of the Dead, I stand in the slowly fading golden light surrounded by stark reminders of Death and decay, and sweet evidence of how Life continues, uninterrupted.
The flowers are gone. The vegetables have been gathered. The Wheel of the Year turns toward Winter.
Songbirds feed busily on the wild seeds in the evening chill: Cardinals, Juncos, Ruby Crowned Kinglets, Yellow Warblers, various Sparrows, our perky Wren, so close I could reach out and touch them; some regulars, some passing through, and others settling into their winter home - our little wild space in the city.
They flit busily here and there - finding shelter, food, and rest among the Lambsquarter and Milkweed, Goldenrod and Ironweed, Sedum and Anise Hyssop, Rudbeckia and Echinacea.
This “messy” backyard feeds and shelters so much wildlife.
But those who speak of the “messiness” of Nature do so with upturned nose and side-cast eye and prohibitive neighborhood rules, so I’ll declare again that a good fence makes me a better city neighbor.
(My final sentence is a tribute to Robert Frost’s poem, “Mending Wall.”
My favorite part: “Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.”
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