How long is ephemeral? For the mayfly it's just a day but for my ripening berries, it's a month! But what an active month! The birds and i have been breathing berries, in totally different ways. I've been taking photos, eating, sending little packets of the fruit to different house- holds in the neighbourhood (Greetings of the season!), making fresh purple juice, and watching the birds!
They've been gorging, on the ripest, the juiciest fruit! I cannot imagine how still and how dead my yard would be without the twittering and chirping of my feathered visitors! Now that the berries are almost finished, i'll have to keep track of bird visits. Does it dwindle or remain constant? I'll find out--- later.
I spoke to my mother who lives 365 kms away. Through the crackle of static her voice trailed off, then it came again.
My mother: I'm sorry i couldn't send you red ants for your berry tree. It was raining so hard that i couldn't go down to the garden. ( It's on a hill).
Me: That's ok. I think my tree is fine without red ants. The fruit is sweet enough.
Mm: But even then, the red ants will devour all the small pests and keep your tree worm-free. It'll be good for the tree!
M: All right.
When i was a child i clearly remember my mother talking about the berry tree that had no red ants on them. She'd gone right downhill, at the bottom of the garden to get the ants so she could let them loose on the berry tree, thus ensuring a pest-free tree whose fruit would remain unspoilt and worm-free.
I'm glad i've documented the cycle of my tree for the blog. Since i started the process-- weeds, buds, blooms, leaves, mulch, fungi and moss have become larger than life! The tree being there has more significance than ever before. For the past 30 days or so, the colour purple dominated my western skyline as well as my life! But in its rite of passage it feeds not only people and birds, but also pays tri- bute to garden soil---the leaves have already started to fall. All the leaves are gathered in a bin aand will be used in strengthening the roots of this tree that has given so much in a short span of time!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau