One of the most incredible things about where we live in the city is how many places you can go that feel like the country. I didn’t know this at first. Living in the city has always been Beau’s dream, and while I truly am loving it, it is with the promise that one day we will live in the sticks for me. In the late fall I was sitting in a parking lot pleading with God, “Please, I just need some open space!” and I looked up across to where there were a bunch of trees lining Lake Union. I had seen on a map how the property belonged to the university, but I had no idea what it was for. Turns out it’s a bunch of wetland acreage with the sole purpose of bio studies, completely open to the public. There’s even a horticultural center with a library, garden, and meeting places that looks out onto it! I took the boys there the very next day. We read books about birds, berries, and leaves, then took a walk along the path to look for ducks and marvel at the white world of frost. Harry was a little under the weather, poor thing.
One of the incredible things about that day were all of the black birds. (the singing ones with red wing feathers). A bird watcher told me that was the first day they’d been there in a really long time. I learned last year that blackbirds are a sign of a healthy eco system. It reiterated for me how the place we live has plenty of thriving, beautiful life.