Everyday I rejoice in the hedgerow outside my windows. I hadn’t thought beyond the color, the delicious green, when I first arrived. Later I awoke to the skunks, and other critters that flitted in and out of the greenery. Only slowly did I come to realize that this once decoratively planted hedge had grown into a European style hedgerow.
The great geezer gave me a once around tour of the property yesterday. This place is put on a shelf cut from a canyon wall, and the west and north borders are topped by a now old and unkempt hedgerow. Leafy tall, almost vine like bushes are supported by old growth trees and fronted by grass and weeds.
Inside this now almost natural barrier, mice families grow, a skunk family with one brave leader forages, and birds of all sizes live fairy tale lives. I’ve heard of a large fat possum but haven’t seen him yet. I have seen the mice and scrub jays. Some kind person donated small bird seed, and slowly they have discovered this feast waiting for them at the edge of the canyon.
I still enjoy the powerful greens, but now I find myself watching the leaves to see behind the twitches and wiggles to what lives behind.