These last few weeks have been a whirlwind, and I anticipate additional frenzy for another few weeks as our move back across the country happens. I’m saying goodbye to the river this week, along with all the birds and other wildlife the river attracts.
To say goodbye—even typing these words—brings a lump to my throat and the threat of tears. I have loved this place: the American River and its banks. And the river’s last surprise for me (one I first shared with you in January) has brought some of my most cherished memories:
One of the first mornings I saw the sea lion, a woman too busy on her cell phone walked right by the sea lion splashing in the river. Another missed the sea lion because she refused to believe me when I asked if she had seen it. “We don’t get those here,” she said, with a tone that suggested I was the stupidest person she had ever met.
May I encourage you, wherever you live, to take some quiet moments to see and listen for what’s going on around you? Find a way to keep the world from crowding out the delights and surprises nature has in store. And always keep an open mind about the possibility of unexpected guests.