This time of the year the natural world is more subdued. It is easy to swap the grey and chill of a typical December day for myriad distractions that confound and divert us, moths to the flame of commerce. But putting up lights, careening through stores, and fretting over lists is a practice which fills a need for nature in the same way that foam pellets and crumpled paper fills a box. A package of only crumpled paper is filled and yet empty, an expense and a disappointment. There must be something in the box - how could it be empty? So ... time to fill the nature box.
There are longer moments. The other morning a mixed flock, including robins, white crowned sparrows, and Oregon juncos, inspecting the underside of most every leaf for the soil micro herd that in turn has come to feed on the decomposing litter. The somehow unfamiliar hum of a fly disturbed from hibernation. Or again the Annas', this time drinking deep on liquid energy before their overnight torpor.
Resources: photos by Glen Buschmann