Good Morning dear Nature-awed Readers,
Ever since the Inauguration day I have greeted the mornings with more ease. It’s soothing to know that I can read the morning news without dreading that the environment took an other legislative hit. Last Saturday morning I planned to treat my new mood to a quiet meander along the river while others were prepping for their day. Plans and reality didn’t match up, because there was already a bulldozer zipping back and forth by the river mouth sandbar. It was moving sand towards the Main Beach, lowering the height of the berm that has been building up over time. One of my surfer friends told me that the City was hoping that the reduced sandbar would allow the waves to break the river mouth open. That did happen around midnight from Saturday to Sunday, but the river water level rose quickly again. So Monday morning the bulldozer was back with the mission to ease the very anxious nerves of the San Lorenzo River communities. Their nerves are raw, because Tuesday night high winds and heavy rains are expected, which could cause heavy debris flow due to the CZU Mountain fires and an open river mouth promises the water won’t back up. Some of my San Lorenzo Valley friends have been already asked to evacuate. I am hoping that the joint efforts of the waves and the bulldozer achieve an open river mouth. The bulldozer wasn’t the City’s only attempt to prepare for the storm. The firemen were involved training for river rescues along the levee. The river birds didn’t take kindly to the life lines being thrown in their direction and they flew off.
I was getting blasé with people watching and allowed myself to let Nature drape her spell on me. My eyes landed on the ready- to-burst open Buckeye bud. I almost bent down to greet it with a kiss. It looked so healthy and strong! It is one of the native trees that Kirsten grew from a seed and we planted it last year. This species has a really hard time establishing itself in its first year, so if you can coax it through its start-up phase then there is a good chance you have a winner. I was thrilled to see that two more Buckeye had set buds and couldn’t wait to tell my co-volunteers about the marvelous news. Spring is the time that lets us know which restoration plants are celebrating either a re-seeding or succeeded establishing roots. I admit my close bond with our planted river vegetation created a keen, protective interest in their lives. This tends to make my spring levee walks an emotional rollercoaster: joy when they made through an other year, grief that life took a tool. The good news is that our restoration survival rate is high. So now you know why you might see kissing a plant…
On the way home I stopped to watch the fisherman amble towards the bulldozer when my river compadres walked up to tell me they had a HUMMINGBIRD nest right outside their window. The story got interrupted by the OSPREY’s darting out of the Trestle trees, aiming straight at a GOLDENEYE, who quickly dove under water. We were all flabbergasted by this unusual surprise attack, because none of us had ever seen an OSPREY choose waterfowl over fish. The black and white beauty kept circling above us and our eyes feasted on her glorious sight thanks to her slow, majestic glide. When we parted we agreed to celebrate the sight as a good omen for our day.
My best wishes are flowing to the San Lorenzo Valley community that they be safe during the storm days~ jane