My backyard is not a silent place this time of year. As I trim bushes, cut flowers for the house and rake, I'll be called from the task by the raucous sound of a magpie flying up the creek or a bee near my ear. During one recent morning, I heard bumblebees, the baby ducks, a magpie and mourning doves. The stream gurgles around the rocks; its sound rising to my consciousness when I shift from my task to noticing some specific event like the first arrival of the dragonflies this season or the blooming of the purple allium. I forget that I can record the sounds, but here are photos of this noisy place.
|I have been tossing rocks into this stream to hear their lovely "plunk" for years.|
|The silent willow attracts the birds.|
|Some years I have few bumblebees. So far I have heard four this spring.|
|The bleeding heart was transplanted from my last house. It hosts the bees.|
|This rose called "Playgirl" had a million aphids but the sound of a rain storm seemed to have washed them away.|
|The noise of this photos is one of chopping rhubarb for pie and the sound of sniffing the smell of iris.|
|The title of the blog post mentioned "saw". This is the source of the saw noises. This is where I am spending most of my time as I get the house ready to sell.|