Word has spread and Monarchs are coming to enjoy my butterfly bush. It’s a joy to see these orange nymphs flitting about in the garden. They tend to appear in the afternoon, when the day is the hottest. They’re joined by the hummers, the chattering squirrels and the bees. It’s really quite noisy in the stillness of the warmth.
I’m contemplating installing a gurgling fountain where the birds can bathe, the cats lap up water and the squirrels can have a splash party. I’d put out my favorite rocking chair and be entertained for hours. A friend of mine loves to sit out in her garden, among the flowers, reading her books, with one eye to the wildlife around her. She’s done that in every place she lived, including Beijing. Now she’s in a retirement community and only has a balcony, but that hasn’t stopped her. Her little spot is overflowing with potted flowers and greens, and she’s out there every day with her coffee and books. I’m learning to follow in her footsteps.
“Your footsteps keep you indoors,” Alf said.
“I’m working, that’s why,” I said.
“You’ve heard the word laptop?”
“Of course, silly.”
“That’s what it’s for, your lap, anywhere,” he said.
“My lap gets too hot, then I run out of battery, and I lose focus because the entertainment around me pulls me away,” I said.
“Excuses. Make it work, find the right spot, under the lemon tree, by the garden angel, next to the maple,” he said.
“What if a lemon lands on my keyboard?”
“Make a lemon tart,” Alf said.