Please visit me in my garden, among the flowers and weeds, as I carve out a little patch of heaven in this rainy Pacific Northwest. I hope to share with you some of the joys, the triumphs, the techniques I learn along the way, and maybe some favourite garden recipes and art projects, too.
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A couple of weeks ago, my husband phoned from the department store, asking if he should buy a tent. The kids and I answered "NO". He bought it anyhow, along with a second air mattress. Then next thing we knew, we were setting it up in the back yard, and the 2 kids & I all slept in it that night. It's a huge tent, with an optional divider in the middle which makes it two rooms, each with its own door and two windows, and with plenty of room for a double air mattress on each side.
I know when we keep our windows open at night, I sometimes need to close them by 4:30 or 5am, since the birds are so noisy it is hard to continue sleeping. But I was surprised that in the tent, the commotion starts much earlier. At 3am, I already heard swallows flying. Then at 4am, a small bird started singing in earnest. By 5am, the crows were on the move, and calling loudly to each other. We were all quite ready to get up by 7am.
This weekend, our nephew stayed with us, so we set up the tent again on Friday night, and the 2 boys slept on the one side, while we girls slept on the other side. Same story. By 3am, sounds of birds stirring. (If anything else had wandered by earlier, I must have been sleeping and didn't hear it.) The weather had also changed from a clear sky (and view of the full moon!) at midnight, to totally dark and overcast by 3am. Good thing it didn't rain, so allowed us to take down the tent while still dry the next morning.
I was just about to go to sleep tonight, when I noticed a bird singing outside. He's been singing for over half an hour, since I noticed him (it's now past 11:45pm). I'm wondering what he's thinking. It got dark at about 9:30pm. Or are there enough lights in the city, that he is staying up a little longer than he should? Anyhow, even though the "camping" is fun (and we hope to do more of it this summer, maybe invite some of the kids' friends over), I'm happy that I'll soon be crawling into a warm, comfy bed. And if this poor confused bird keeps singing, I can close the windows.