On top of treetops, gilded leaves sway and swish with the evening breeze.
Some days feel tropical while others brisk. These are the fleeting days of summer, where sweet morning bird songs are heard from under the covers and I’ll bother with breakfast after a few leisurely stretches. Now that we have reached the edge, skirting the darkness of finicky summer nights, a habit shift is in need, for gone are my kind of mornings. Now, I squeeze in a stretch or two in the evenings and pray for a night bird to sing a lullaby for our ears to revere just before our last waking moment.
Baby Bear is not a morning person; she’s too busy plucking chords like Alanis Morissette on her guitar and working on her heart song almost every night. She refuses what we all can’t wait for…sleep. Which makes it more difficult for me to orchestrate our mornings with fickle mood swings and faithful habits…inhaling and exhaling, my breathing slows.
This is my only time with my little bears one on one and while mostly we are silent in our walking slumber, we are present, and I am there if there should be a need. Into their soft eyes, I offer a few words of encouragement…steady and strong, a mountain so tall. I hope they hear bird songs along their path to the bus and perhaps witness a frolicking fawn or two nibbling on dewy grass. 
Surrounded by lush green flora, we don’t have to worry about herbs for enhancing our meals throughout the gloomy months that lie ahead, thanks to our greenhouse sanctuary. However, traipsing outdoors in my wilderness for the last few tomatoes on vines may culminate in tears. It’s time to pay closer attention to the well beings and to the habits of the greenhouse. Stem-by-stem, leaf-by-leaf, trimmings demand my attention. There will be transplants ahead, more to propagate, and more to gift away. Bit by bit, tending and preserving under the smoky skies, my fingers will continue to dig deep while my spirit shapes. This special turf that sings to me, every leaf, every single one matters for there’s something about the play of detail in my creative process that transcends time and terrain. Eventually the terra cotta pots that hold the citrus and avocado trees will make their way back into the nest. During the upcoming months, soil won’t have to be so moist as temperatures drop. Much obliged for this mini-conservancy in our nest for when my bones are chilled, it is in here where they’ll thaw slowly and tenderly around my verdant friends.
Also, in this refuge is where my little apprentice loves to help. With a light-weigh device, she can help with all our thirsty flora, drip by drip. In this space where the floral whispers, the edge doesn’t feel so unbearable. It’s more exhilarating…can you feel it?
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Thank you for such a sweet dose of Baby Bear this morning. How lucky is she to be raised in such an Eden.
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You are most welcomed, delighted you enjoyed this and I am grateful for your visit. She does love to help especially in our beloved Eden. May you enjoy a little bit of Eden in your travels as well.
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Baby Bear just makes me smile! What a wonderful little darling she is, and oh how she’s growing! You teased me with that lovely salad all the way through this “delicious” post! I hope you’ll share more from your greenhouse as winter comes roaring in! I’ll be so curious, Cristina. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a posting from your nest…so glad to hear from you!
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With summer dwidling and schedules back on track, I’m slowly getting my groove back. It’s nice to be missed, thank you for your lovely comment and shared adoration of our little bear in our little eden. There’s always something to attend to in the nest and I’ll always have something to share. With my “extra” time, I hope to make it in the greenhouse more. The vegetables were sprinkled with olive oil, salt and pepper for some roasting, minus a few snagged from little hands. It makes for easy clean up after older bears roll in from late practices.
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What a playful and lovely Baby Bear, her expressions are priceless, and so is your reverence for nature. Enjoy filling your nest with it!
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Thank you for virtually visiting our Eden; we are blessed to care for it. I’m gratefully delighted for your gracious complements and wishes. Wishing you lots of sunshine from our garden to yours!
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Tomatoes are my mortal enemy but they do look beautiful!
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I’m sorry, even cooked in a sauce? I’ll make sure I’ll never present you with any tomatoes in any dishes. But then again I am aware of your aversion to most vegetables except potatoes.
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You have such great photography subjects so easily at hand! More trees, however. More trees! 🙂 🙂 (You know I love me some good trees. 😉 )
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Great minds think alike…I couldn’t be happier with my always-up-for-anything of a subject, except for sleeping unfortunately. Long live trees!
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Ah, yes, the elusive sleep. 🙂
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Maybe school will tire her out and she won’t be able to fight those zzz’s anymore…here’s to hoping.
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What an adorable little girl, and such an interesting, intriguing, tantalising post!
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Thank you so much for virtually visiting our little patch of Eden and for your kind thoughts.
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