I live on Telegraph Hill in an old cottage set in the large and lush gardens that tumble down the hill's east side. Although the area is not totally removed from the hustle of the city, it is possible to access another, slower rhythm.
Nature has a foothold here.
Each month brings the blossoming or fading of some flower or tree, the arrival or departure of some species of bird. Of the natural events that I witness, my favorite occurs in September, when the baby parrots come out of their nests. Maybe you've heard or caught a glimpse of our urban jungle birds screaming exuberantly as they race across the sky. There are two parrot flocks within the city. The one I'm writing about flies the waterfront area from the edge of the Financial District to the eastern and, occasionally, the southern rims of the Presidio.