Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Why late fall in Minneapolis isn't so bad
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Yesterday, I was working in the garden. My neighbor came round to her backyard from the side with a sunny clump of marigolds in her hand, the roots and dirt still attached, and said that they looked so pretty she almost hated to throw them in the compost, but she didn't think they would overwinter in the ground.
"Put them in a pot on the front steps," I said.
"I'm not that ambitious," she said.
"Then at least take cuttings for a bouquet," I said
"I think I'll do that," she said, and gave me some.
As we were talking, a cedar waxwing landed on the fence. "A cedar waxwing!" I said. I was surprised and delighted because I hadn't seen them in the city before. "Oh, yeah, we get flocks of them this time of year," she said.
Later, as I was biking across the Ford Bridge, coming home from Saint Paul, I stopped and stared at a red cedar tree—it was alive with cedar waxwings. The pretty little birds' tawny yellow wingtips flashed brightly as they flitted about amongst the green needles eating the blue juniper berries.
This is why I love living so close to the Mississippi River, a major flyway for migrating birds.