Phoenix is always a surprise to me. When we moved downtown, I expected to see fewer trees, birds, and certainly fewer leafy plants than I did out in the suburbs. But I was wrong. Within three days of putting up a hummingbird feeder on the 14th floor, we had hummingbirds. Early in the morning and just before sundown, a peregrine falcon sits at the top of the high-rise office building next door. My morning walk is around a lake in a large park. The lake has ducks, geese, coots, and more than a few migrators who stop by for a night or two.
When I was on my morning walk, I noticed earth movers chewing up a city block between a row of restaurants and a row of apartments. “Another apartment building,” I thought. Phoenix is becoming a center for people who want to enjoy restaurants, music, theater, poetry and spoken word concerts.
Pumpkins from earlier are still growing and will be ready to pick soon. I don’t know who owns it, but I’m happy that in the middle of an urban area there is edible produce growing. This is our big chance season. According to the sign, rose bushes will be planted soon, too!
–Quinn McDonald is an urban naturalist. And, of course, a writer who teaches writing, a creativity coach and an artist. And a poet. And a few other things, too.