by gerki
When the sun comes over the roofs, which is around ten o’clock in the summer, I’m often already sitting in my little paradise. The coffee cup is next to me, a book or the newspaper on my knees. I am so grateful to my wife that she looks after this paradise so beautifully and I also like to watch her doing it.
And then he comes, black and proud, hopping up and picking worms out of the flower beds with his yellow beak. He is our house and yard blackbird male. Oh how relaxing and often exciting it is to watch him jump around among the flowers and bushes looking for his prey.
I enjoy this when I am free to see how flowers bloom and wilt, how bushes sprout up and how the blackbird family grows. What a wonderful paradise.
And then suddenly one day: heavy work boots trample down the lawn, harsh words resound, tools are carelessly thrown on the flower beds and in front of my window a scaffold grows!
How my soul groans, how my heart aches when I see how again and again a bucket, a stick, cigarette butts land in the flower beds, on the flowers, under the bushes – and I can do nothing! The access is closed for safety reasons – my paradise goes down!
Or not quite? Today I looked out the window through the scaffolding in front of it and there – do I see right? There they stand, a group of snowdrops! They proudly stood up as if they wanted to tell me: Your paradise is still here, we will surprise and delight you again! Hope is alive!
Now a year has passed, the workers have taken down the scaffolding. Light streams into the room again and the construction noise has faded away. I go out onto the newly paved terrace and look at the superficially cleaned flower beds. Here and there I pick up and dispose of some workmen’s waste. My wife starts cultivating the plant beds while I, along with friends, put up a tool shed and our sun awning.
Here and there a little flower has pierced through the trampled earth and is already smiling friendly at us. After the new turf is finally watered, we sit somewhat exhausted but happy with a cup of coffee in our almost renewed little paradise.
And then – suddenly it rustles in the bushes – there he comes, yes our house and yard blackbird male! He looks around a bit and as if he wanted to say: “Everything is fine again” he immediately starts again with the worm search.
Yes really, Hope is alive!
© gerki 2022-11-28