

It never ceases to amaze me how much wildlife there is in suburbia. Of course, they were here long before we were... and I for one am glad they remain. They honor us with each visit. This small house is unusual in that the living room faces the back yard. My garden is a year-round delight, not because it's the most beautiful yard around, but because part of me is always out there in spirit with the little creatures and the beautiful growing things. Look at yesterday's visitor, a sweet possum in his luxurious winter coat!


Albert Schweitzer was many things... a theologian, humanitarian, philosopher, medical physician... but in everything he did he revered life and sought to ease suffering on this earth.
I thought of Albert's words this week when I noticed ants in a corner near the kitchen door.
"A farmer who has mowed down a thousand flowers in his meadow to feed his cows should take care that on his way home he does not, in wanton pastime, switch off the head of a single flower growing at the edge of the road, for in so doing he injures life without being forced to do so by necessity." (From "All That Lives")
I am the kind of person who catches a fly and sets it free outside. I do the same with spiders, bees and any other creatures that wander inside. "Nice of you to stop by, but it's time to go now." And the thought of killing these ants saddens me so. Ants are amazing animals who work together and who "bury" their dead. Yet I know I can't allow them to continue to live here... it's a matter of keeping things clean, healthy and sanitary in my home. I tried several natural repellants which only caused the ants to relocate a few feet away. And so I was forced to use a bug spray. With remorse and resignation I quietly think... "I am so sorry and wish there was another way." I am not proud of these actions. I'm a nature lover, I recycle and do what I can for the environment. Everything about pesticides goes against my beliefs, but I had to do it. I thought of Albert's words... and felt he might understand the full range of my emotions.
And to dwell on it would diminish my enjoyment of the wildlife right outside my door.

For most of my life I've longed to live in the country... to be closer to nature. As a little girl I'd ask my father for a horse. Now I know how impractical and impossible that request was! But bless his heart, he never said no. He said "When we move to the country and have lots of land we'll talk about it." It may never come to pass, but that's all right... right here, if I look closely, I find nature all around me
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