My family and I moved into a new house almost a year ago. The house itself is sufficient, if rather small. But the backyard…it is huge and full of wonders! There are two small ponds in the back. Cement man-made ones. When we first looked at the place it was early August and the surface of one was covered in lily pads while the other had very tall and unusual flowers in it. They had very large blossoms with bizarre seed pods in the center. A bit of research revealed that they are lotuses. I found this very exciting because of how exotic they are and, more nerdily, because it made me think of Dean Jones in The Lovebug and the Lotus Special he apparently crashed in a race. I worried that perhaps the winter had killed them off, but about two weeks ago they started poking up through the lily pads and have since blossomed! They are a beautiful flower and have an interesting scent that is not quite licorice but is highly reminiscent of it.
I find myself walking through the yard randomly just looking at things. It isn’t because I’m senile. Not as far as I know anyway, but there are always just strange things to notice. For one, I’ve noticed that my apple and pear trees haven’t produced a single fruit yet. Last year when looking at the house there were apples and pears everywhere. It has been a very hot, dry summer so maybe that is why. Disappointing, but interesting.
Sometimes my backyard wanderings are unexpected. I see something that leads me to something else. I read an article about Tolkien and how no one would take walks with him because he would spend several minutes silently staring at every flower and tree he came across. I fear I have the same problem. I don’t fear the problem itself, I enjoy staring at trees and flowers, but I fear that others might think I’m crazy. I suppose I shouldn’t care. Anyway, during my absent-minded wandering, with my wife watching from the kitchen window googling the best convalescent homes even though I’m only 34, I noticed two cocoons. I’m absolutely fascinated by them.
Soon I’ll post something about whatever comes out of the cocoons. If I’m lucky enough to see them, that is.
Until then I bid you Adieu…and A don’t.
Adieu…stop and smell the roses, even though the sound of it is quite cliché.
A don’t…let anyone stop you from enjoying the nature around you with their judgmental stares. Anyone who judges a nature lover for loving nature is too caught up in the electronic world and needs to Anti-Hollywood.