I woke this morning about 5:30 a.m., which is an hour later than I had woken the previous two days. “Sleeping in” is an unexpected challenge in my later years. I have trouble stretching my sleep to six hours, which always catches up with me in early afternoon.
I remembered that I once wished that I could be awake before sunrise to enjoy the quiet moments of nature waking up. Be careful what you wish for! So I tried to be grateful for the early rising.
It is a blustery morning, and when I picked up the paper in the driveway the wind was gusting like an approaching hurricane. The flag was whipping straight out, and I thought how fortunate it was to be at half-mast (honoring the dead in the Nashville shooting) so the flag pole did not sway to the point of breaking. It is a pretty flexible aluminum pole; it will probably endure more wind blasts than I think.
When I returned to my recliner in the study facing the street, I could see the trees across and behind the houses on our street swaying with their own characteristic motions in the wind. Some roof-high, bare, stiff branches trembled in a kind of agitation that suggested keeping their composure under stress. They were the most vertical of the branches.
Higher above the roofs were evergreens outspreading like open arms. They swayed gently in the high winds as though cradling the winds in their needles. They were the most horizontal of the tree limbs.
Higher than the evergreens were the more vertical limbs, five long branches not quite straight into the sky, but angling sharply upwards. These were truly swaying with the wind, even the high winds, and showing their resilience against forces trying to pull them apart.
I have never noticed how trees have their own rhythm in the high winds, so getting up early had already blessed me with fresh observations.
Once the sun was up and shining I discovered that the bird house outside my window contained both mama and papa Eurasian Sparrows, one pacing on the roof and the other with head looking out from the entry hole. This is the first time I have seen two birds in this house since we moved it to the front yard this spring.
It is supposed to be a “bluebird house,” and we have been evicting all signs of nesting there until we could get bluebirds to settle in. I saw two bluebirds in the tree by the street, forlornly gazing on the sparrow residents. I don’t think I have the heart to evict the sparrows, now that two of them have taken residence in the bluebird house. I am afraid we will have to say “You snooze, you lose,” to the bluebirds, much as we love them.
The upside is that the bluebird house is within six feet facing our front window, so we will have an intimate view of family to come. This house has been tenanted by sparrows before, despite all our best efforts to clear out their nests. The sparrows are relentless nest-builders and not easily discouraged, whereas the bluebirds are picky and falter easily. I have seen them on top of the house, but, to my knowledge, they have never taken up residence, last year or this.
That’s quite a lot of activity for early morning. The sunrise hours are all I have hoped them to be. I should be grateful to be up at 5 a.m. or later, so I will accept this gift of my latter years. If I have to nap in the afternoon, so-be-it. That’s what retirement is for.