Once upon a time I judged that growing flowers was a waste of water; water in the desert should be reserved for growing food. Something changed after I planted myself on my own piece of land almost 20 years ago. I started with xeric perennials and shrubs that would provide habitat for native and migratory birds, and built a little botanical garden that hosts birds and all manner of other animals, including snakes, frogs, salamanders, bees, deer, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, and the occasional predator. I learn something every day, each foray out into the yard or the wild woods that surround the yard brings some kind of delight, solace, inspiration, or adventure. For years I have recorded morning rounds in pictures and words. Observations, events, ideas; plans, surprises, insights. Not every day, but almost. Not always in the morning.
Growing things, watching things grow, gives meaning and form to my life. Animal companions also bring joy and structure.