Swallows are flying inches above my head as I write this blog post this morning. I’m out under my west portal with my laptop and their mud nest is above the kitchen window behind me and another above the hanging potted plant in the eaves in front of me. Scratchy little swallow voices seem to kibbutz over my prose!
My old adobe home, “Las Golondrinas,” is named after them. They come each spring to ‘remodel’ mud nests and raise their young. Both male and female are tireless workers, both in refurbishing the nest and feeding their young. A colorful basket of potted flowers hangs below one of their nests, where I find errant nesting treasure: strands of donkey mane and longer strands of neighbor horse’s tail– left-over DIY swallow home-building supplies.
So swallows share my favorite place at Las Golondrinas: they, busy with nests and babies in the eaves, chattering over their work cycle, while I and the Scotties in nearby wicker rocker and settee enjoy morning coffee, afternoon nap, or evening reverie watching New Mexico sunsets. Life at its best is simple, basic, real.
There is wisdom in the Roman Stoic, Marcus Aurelius’, simple counsel that tranquility lies in doing less, better.
My Scotties already know that truth.
I’m learning it from them and my swallows.
Joseph Harvill, publisher Great Scots Magazine