The cows (all shiny auburn with soft cream faces) have been moved from their rain-soaked mudpit to a larger, drier field. I’m sure their owner and/or hired workers don’t want to be hosing them down once or twice every day before they come back into clean barns.
The horse paddock looks like a great place to mud-wrestle, too, but the horses’ pens have just been moved backward by a pen until the ground dries up.
The pond on the way has finally lost its green film and is clearly reflective of its circling pines once again. The peeper ponds further up the road, well beyond the now-thundering old mill dam, reveal the sky’s folds, too, these days. By night on my way home, I pause right there where the road sits surrounded by the pond, turn down the car radio, and all but inhale the deafening peeping from all sides.
When I arrive at work, which is bordered by many rolling fields and farms, I park in what I call my picnic area. Just a few parking spaces into the long and winding driveway leading up to massive parking lots. I stay down there with the milkweeds and marsh-bird houses, under some wide, calm trees, until it’s time to call myself into work. I do picnic there — last minute coffee, a little something with peanut butter. I don’t eat much during the day, but I won’t be able to work without protein. I sometimes have time to text the *kids* or even call an ailing cousin.
My pre-work picnic may be on hold until summer.. I’m collecting two kids from two different schools and bringing them home so daughter can meet us here from her work and bundle the kids into her car for the drive to collect the baby from another town entirely. By then, it’s time for me to concentrate on just getting to work on time! Not that anyone would care if I was late. I’m sort of the boss. That makes two of many reasons I’d like to keep this job for as long as possible. The location, too.. it’s truly amazing in its beauty. I am heartened each day, except in winter, before I go pour out every atom of energy.
Birds really do become twitterpated as Friend Owl said.. I’ve been watching them all and learning much that will never be useful to anyone! I won’t go into it all here, but that heartens me, too — and especially to exit work on a break to see a near-sunset and to hear the mourning dove coos emanating from the telephone wires. I arrived one day in time to see an owl hunting mice! And of course, there is a chipmunk tale to be told.. he keeps his sparkly eye on me and thinks if he doesn’t move, I won’t see him. I stand so stock still, he forgets all about me now and then.
I don’t know what heartens you, but I hope that sometimes it’s the outdoors. Tonight, the sky is bearing white puffy clouds, the moon has a colorful aura around it, and there’s a planet shining nearby. I cannot imagine all this not having an effect on us. What trouble the Lord went to, to provide for all creatures, and to provide ordinary miracles for our eyes and ears, day in and day out. How did I ever once take it for granted?