The South Garden Blog

Imagine…imagine.  It’s 10:30 pm.  Just before bed we dip into the outdoor hot tub, reminiscing about the day, relaxing.  Suddenly we hear a soft russle of feathers.  There before us on the arbor is a beautiful, white with speckles, 45 cm tall, owl  only 3 feet away.  This is a sacred moment in the stillness of the evening.  Our gentle friend stayed with us for about 10 minutes and then flew off with hardly a sound.  When we remember our encounter with the wise old owl, my husband and I are still in awe.