So blessed to live a few minutes from baylands from parks and hills from Half Moon Bay, the Pacific.... So blessed within the concrete cocoon of our industrialized environment to have redwood trees soaring above our house hummingbirds entering the world perched precariously on the thin branches of our Japanese Maple to lie in the soothing waters of our plastic spa monitoring the daily and monthly sojourns of the moon tracking the annual rotation of the constellations spying the occasional shooting star.
So blessed that Deb’s green thumb finds opportunities to nourish new life in small and surprising ways within and around our fragile walls.
So blessed with pets and their friends, from time to time their prey, with squirrels (squay-wills), and slugs, and mourning doves.
Why do all these make such an impact on our suburban life? Why is not the work of human hands—the built environment—sufficient to sustain us? No matter. It just isn’t. As inspiring as cathedrals, and bridges, skyscrapers, and stadia may be-- all the technology and ingenuity in the world cannot replicate the power of a single seed reaching through dark soil for sunlight and a chance to grow, sustain, and generate its species.
For these reasons and more, we yearn for the beauty, dignity, majesty, sanctity of nature. It feeds our soul whether we believe in one or not.
May your senses never fail to be delighted by all the sights, sounds, aromas, tastes, and textures of the natural environment.
May you live in an age that reclaims the beauty and bounty of the earth; may you share that bounty each day with people you love; and may love, care, and reverence of the planet grow in every succeeding generation.