As I type these words, I’m trying to memorize the contented sound the quail make as they move through our yard. It goes something like this: whoop whoop whoop whoop. But I’m frustrated because that sound isn’t quite right and I’m quickly running out of time to learn it by heart. So each morning I scatter seed then wait, watch and listen. Then I go pack some more boxes. When I feel overwhelmed, I go outside to soak up some sun; inevitably, a tiny lizard joins me. Each evening a hummer pays us a visit and I delight in the sound of it’s wings. I want to capture these moments and file them away.
Last week I picked two limes from a tree I planted five years ago. They were first limes the little tree ever produced. Our Meyer lemons are starting to turn yellow, but they may not be ready in time. We bought and planted that tree six year ago, the very weekend we arrived in California. But it’s time to move on. We sold our house and we’ll be moving again soon. Wherever we land, I know we’ll plant yet another tree.
Now, do three favors for me, please?
Then go hug someone you love.