I am hopeful a few sunflowers, lettuce and eggplants survived the house sparrow onslaught.
My roommate is going to set up bird feeders for a distraction.
Last night, the warm breeze came in through our soft white curtains as we ate dinner and listened to the blues. I cooked up a meal that reminded me of childhood. Rice, meat (gardein), a veggie (beets) and bread roll.
The sounds of Mississippi blues, and my roommate outside under the dark sky sweeping the garden set a gentle tone. The rhythmic sound of the broom and the old record playing, the humid warm air, the easy conversation, as evening passed into dark night brought me a comfort and sense that everything is alright.
Slowing down the pace, I find my peace.