My how far we’ve come!
Suburban Stone Age is 6.5 years old and counting. The transformation has been unbelievable. We started as your traditional suburban home, full lawn front and back, some shrubs, and nothing much else of interest. Now I am fortunate enough to live in the middle of a fully functioning food forest, an ecosystem unto its own.
It gives me great pleasure to feel like I am a part of something bigger than myself, and that this something has taken on a life of its own. I merely set the stage, but, to my vast delight, I found an eager and enthusiastic cast and crew happy to set settle in and thrive. For example, when I look back to the before times, I don’t really remember any more birds being around than any other average neighborhood. Which is to say, not many, and mostly the odd crow or sparrow. But now, as the summer sun comes up, the sound of singing birds it so loud, and so close, and so profuse, it has become my alarm clock. I can’t think of anything better to wake up to.
I have generations of bird families come to bathe in my ponds in the morning, too many birds to count, all fluttering, splashing, and chatting like teenagers at a pool party. I can count several types of butterflies at once dancing around the flowers, and sometimes pausing to deposit eggs on their favorite nursery plants. Bees visit the lavenders in the front in humming, lazy clouds, warmed by the sun and content they don’t have to travel far to get their fill of nectar. And I love that insects beyond count scuttle to safety when a log is lifted to inspect the rich moist soil that has been nurtured below.
The sheer amount of biodiversity is astonishing, and is the yardstick of my success. I merely set the table with food, shelter, water and Nature happily comes to the feast. And in return I am fed, both literally, through the fruits of the trees and the vegetables of the garden, but spiritually as well, as I find a great comfort in finding my small place in the great web of life.