I’m sitting out on my front deck having watered the couple of container plants and applied yet another coat of oil to the wood on my bench, sprinkler going on one side of this small front area so it smells like fresh rain out here. The warblers are warbling, the various other small birds are tweeting, I hear a dove calling in one of the outer trees. Temperatures are perfect with just a slight breeze. Now is the time to be out here, because later in the day the heat will build and inside will be where I will be.
This part of my yard, just off the front deck of my home, has been ignored for the past couple of years, when I struggled to motivate myself to get outside and get things done. This year, for whatever reason, I have more energy, more interest, and so I am trying to neaten things up out here, without creating a lot more work. A little bit at a time.
There’s a couple of jackrabbits hopping around further out in the yard. I’ve seen four of them at one time this year, but there are probably more. I don’t seem to have any of the cute little bunny rabbits in my yard, or if I do, I don’t see them, so I will take the big, gangly jackrabbits.
It’s times like these – in the quiet of the morning, with birds lined up for their turn at the fountain/birdbath – where all is right with my world.
Where I can pretend I am on an island, separate from the chaos, turmoil, division, dysfunctional government – the times that give me hope that all will be well. Not today, not tomorrow, but eventually. The times I take deep breaths and celebrate living, hearing only birdsongs and distant sounds of a small airplane crossing the blue skies above me.
The times where I know I truly have enough.