Thirsty robins come to drink, not in the wildness of the Little Red River that winds through the Ozarks but from the fountains at a writer’s residence in the foothills. Namely, the dwelling place that I call “La Casa de GeGe.” It’s not at all like the cabin which Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862) called his “inkstand.” But it’s my place, my writing room, my “inkstand” if I may borrow Thoreau’s term. And I’m loving it here, especially now that autumn has blanketed these hills in a rich, warm mix of colors.
My teenage grandson sets up his “deerstand” off in the woods where he hangs out with bow and arrow, waiting for the big buck, and hoping the panther that’s been sighted does not show up on his watch. Because . . . well, just because!
The migrating robins stopped only for a drink and a rest before they flew on into their own wilderness wherever that may be. I bid them adieu and will welcome them back in the spring.
Each season will find me writing and blogging. Watching for the birds and watching out for the panther. Waiting to hear whether the grandson brings home venison. Looking out my window to see the magnificent nature that Thoreau wrote about in Walden, when he said, “In wildness is the preservation of the world.”
© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols