A couple of things happen when you’re in your thirties. First, seed magazines magically start appearing in the mail. I’ve been drooling over the latest Burgess Seed & Plant Co. catalog, but have no idea how to garden in Utah. It gets so hot in the summer, and I haven’t seen a ton of thriving gardens here. Maybe things like eggplant do well here. I don’t know.
The second thing that happens is a (re)new(ed) interest in birds. I’ve always enjoyed birds. When I was younger, I remember frequently looking through a comprehensive book of North American birds that my great grandparents gave to my dad as a gift. More recently, I’ve found myself stocking my own bird feeder and tiptoeing to a window to see what kind of bird I’m hearing.
Last weekend, I watched Birders: The Central Part Effect. Starr Sapphire was portrayed in the film as a passionate birder. She died recently, which is how I found out about the film. Birds are nice, and yes, I have a renewed interest in them. What I enjoyed most about the film was watching people being passionate about something. I think that kind of intense, single-minded focus is rare, and it’s so compelling.