When we first moved into our home all those years ago one of the first things I did was I hung a bird feeder onto the Apple Tree. It was well used until our pets moved in. Suddenly a bird feeder, cats and a permanently hungry dog didn’t become a great mix. So with the bird feeding now safely relocated to the front of the house this feeder has hung unused for years. Now it has become indistinguishable from the old tree. It is part of the tree now.
Yesterday’s snow didn’t last long. But it was wonderful while it lasted.
I often look at the old feeder and think about my life. Will the same happen to me. If I hang around here not venturing far. Increasingly tied to a house, a garden and a couple of farmer fields. With only the occasional essential journey beyond that small world. Will I become blended into my surroundings. Absorbed into the background. Camouflaged. Largely invisible to the outside world.
How knows. Maybe the first sign of that happening will be me wearing green wellies and green trousers. Bits of undergrowth interwoven into my clothes and hair, just like a sloth.
Actually the last time I fell off the ladder and landed in the hedge I was picking bits of nature off me for days. So the transformation may have started.
There’s a thought.